Until she felt Rafael's body temperature slowly rise, Eileen looked up at him and asked, "What happened? Did you just come back from Dr. Gonzalez?"

Only her matters could affect Rafael this much.

Rafael gently shook his head. "No."

Eileen pursed her lips but didn't press further. "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Then let's go out to eat," Eileen said, taking Rafael's hand. "Rafael, I don't think we've ever had a candlelit dinner together."

Rafael thought for a moment. "No, we haven't."

"Then let's have French cuisine tonight, at the place where you proposed."

"You still remember?"

"Of course!"

Speaking of it, Eileen felt a bit regretful.

"You wouldn't forget,...