He had known she was coming for the interview today, but he hadn't expected to see her.
Just now, watching her stumble into the elevator, eyes red and dazed, his chest had jolted as if it had been struck.
He knew all too well what kind of emotion this was. Only when someone felt a special attachment to another person could they experience something like this.
Bert took a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers, the smoke accentuating the cold, deep lines of his expression.
To be honest, Bert had never imagined his future life being intertwined with any woman.
His past relationships hadn't been entirely clean, but they were far from chaotic.
After all that had happened in recent years, he had convinced himself that life alone was perfectly fine.
He had never thought he'd feel anything for Catherine… yet now, clearly, he did. Ever since that night, when he had almost kissed her, impure thoughts had already begun to take root.
