After Mike fetched Francisca at the airport, they made their way into her hotel.
Along the way, Francisca talked about their wedding preparations, and Mike just listened to her. He looked at the woman beside him. What Rozarria said rang in his ears.
"Do you love her?"
Is that important? He thought. All the women he dated, his feelings for them were the same. But only Francisca didn't demand his attention nor affection. She was the only one who didn't mind his lack of expression.
Looking at her, her golden curls freely forming her beautiful face. Her eyes were shining, creating a bright blue and her full lips were mesmerizing as she spoke.
She was also tall—almost the same height as him.
He bet their children's genes would go beyond the scale. The important factor why he chose to settle with her.
