The man took Alla's hand and told her, "Babe, let's go home."
The phrase "go home" brought Alla back from her daze.
She tilted her chin up, looking at the tall and upright man before her.
Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing and simply nodded at him.
After Casiano led her onto the car and sat beside her, he extended his long fingers to fasten her seat belt.
Alla watched the man fastening her seat belt, her fingers clutching the business card rubbed together a few times before finally relaxing.
"Casiano..."
"Hmm?"
The man's pleasing voice, soft and deep, emanated from his throat.
"Mrs. Collins knows who my mother is, but she wants Mia in exchange."
"She also said..."
Seeing Alla pause, Casiano turned his head toward her, prompting her to continue.
"That I wouldn't marry you if I knew who my mother was."
