I know those eyes, the eyes that used to look at me lovingly, the eyes that used to make me drunk when I see them, the eyes that gave me warmth and hope. He walked into my room, spreading the pheromone that I knew so well, the scent that I longed for.
"Shiloh..." He called my name, in the same tone he always used when we were together.
"Mateo..." Staring at him in disbelief also a little bit confused, I turned to Dad. I searched for the answer why he's coming in the room.
"Mateo asked me personally to make you a surrogate mother."
I paused at what Father said, what is that even mean?
"Why?" I tried to calm myself down.
Mateo came closer to me, he sat beside the chair on the bed. I looked at him, he was wearing a suit. He looked different, He's not the Mateo that I have in my mind.
"I heard of your engagement..." I said, trying not to choke on my own words.
