The next day, Nathaniel let Zariah sleep in his room while he was downstairs after getting ready. Wearing his white shirt and black pants.

Rolling his sleeves with two buttons opened, looking eye-catching as usual, whistling to himself until Zariah came down, noticing his immaculate posture.

“Hey, Where are you going?” She asked softly, taking a seat.

“Ah, Morning. Hospital. Where else?” He flashed a faint smile.

“When will you return?” She asked, wanting him to stay with her but he had no time.

“In the evening.”

“I see.” She hummed, leaning against the wall, watching him take a briefcase. He was about to leave but stopped and taunted him....