“You should know better than anyone, Milan.” Ciara muttered in a sharp tone, few lines were visible on her forehead. “I don't accept such a proposal, cancel it as soon as you can to avoid giving him false hope and impression.”

Swiftly, she dropped the dial phone receiver with a small sigh and rubbed her temples afterward as if she were trying to wade off the invincible headache she was having. “Ah —work!” She lamented under her breath, in a sharp yet weary tone.

The soft knock ...