Thank You, Sweetheart

"She fell unconscious in front of me so I just…" Irene struggled to decide if to let Ilyan know about the exact scene that had unfolded in front of her eyes. 

Somehow, things seemed intriguing to her. Especially after standing in front of the fact that she was Ilyan's mother. From wearing the mask which had felt unusual to her the moment her eyes caught to just standing on the road like that. 

Without her car. Without her bodyguards. Without just anyone by her side like she should ideally have as Mrs. Christina Lorenzo, the renowned writer whom she had always admired and the wife of Camilo Lorenzo. Her both identities were far too high profile for her to roam on the road alone without any security just like that.