"I've been in contact; it was him who butted in during my call with George, asking me to tell Lester that he was at the cemetery."
She thought that after her explanation, the man's expression would improve, but to her surprise, his face became even more somber and troubled.
Alla immediately got up, walked over to Casiano, and gently touched his chiseled face.
"Casiano, what's wrong?"
Feeling her cautious touch, Casiano's furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
"I'm fine."
After speaking, he stretched out his slender, attractive fingers, pulled her to sit down next to him, then turned to gaze intently at her face.
"Alla, can Gordon Collins tell who you are?"
If Gordon Collins couldn't distinguish who she was, it would mean that the person he loved was still Audrey.
If Gordon Collins could tell who she was, then the way he looked at her was not entirely innocent.
"He can't tell."
