Yvonne couldn't help but notice the way Javier's hands lingered on her waist. She removes her gaze from him and pushes him away from her as she regains her balance.
"Why are you here?" she demanded.
"Why can't I be here? This place belongs to me," Javier retorted.
Belonged to him? Yvonne scoffed inwardly. Ignoring his presence, she continued walking, only to find Javier trailing closely behind.
"I never expected this to be the place you were going to have an interview," he remarked.
Yvonne remained silent.
"Yesterday, you were eager to be on my good side, but now..."
Halting in her tracks, Yvonne turned to face him as they got outside. "How was I trying to get to your good side? I was just thankful yesterday for you saving my daughter."
"Really?" Javier's gaze bore into hers. "Then was your presence at the gravesite yesterday just a coincidence?"