"You should. You can't stay here any longer. What about your friends? What about your career?" she was adamant.
"Speak what is relevant, Rhea."
"What? What do you mean by relevant?"
"You. Nothing is more relevant to me than you," his voice made her shiver once. "If you are worried about my career, I have already completed every project before I got here. I didn't sign anything new Rhea. If only there weren't so many contracts I would have flown here a long time ago. In fact, I wanted to follow you the next instant I found out you'd flown here," he stopped when he noticed the change in her face. If he is not mistaken, she must be living through that day again. She must be reminded of that day which he didn't want to happen. He was quick to take her face in both his hands. He looked down into her eyes.
"Sorry. I'm sorry, baby. We'll talk okay? We'll sort everything out," he apologized and guaranteed.
