Second date.

Amihan's pov.

Things seemed to have sort of progressed between Maxwell and me in the past weeks. He never seized the opportunity to flirt with me or remind me of how much he liked me and wanted me in his life whenever we spoke.

The more we spoke, the more I felt drawn to him.

While getting ready to head over to his apartment that morning, I grinned warmly as I brushed my hair.

I went straight home after dropping Judith off at the airport and decided to spend that Monday with Maxwell rather than spending the night at his residence since I had less work to do at the office.

He was glad when I called him to let him know my plan. He had even gone as far as asking me not to have breakfast since he would be preparing breakfast for both of us.

I couldn't help but wonder what he would be preparing. My gaze shifted from the mirror to my phone when Karl's text came in.

(Amihan. Can we meet and talk? It's better related,) I scoffed and dropped my phone bothering to reply. All I wanted