"Seems like Zayla has closed her heart for men."
His tone sounded calm, but he slightly frowned as he held the railing of the platform.
His slender fingers tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
"Simon, you should be glad that we are family."
...
That night, Zayla didn't know what was wrong. She flipped over on the bed, unable to sleep.
As the sky turned bright. She took a taxi at the appointed time to go to the Sea Museum.
As soon as she got off the MPV, she met Simon at the entrance.
Simon's gaze fell on Zayla.
Zayla didn't even look at him. She walked past him and towards the staff member wearing an employee's card.
"Hello, I am Zayla." Zayla smiled and introduced herself.
"Hello, Ms. Vargas. I am the deputy curator of the museum, Sean Reid."
After they shook hands, Sean immediately explained.