Roselyn's POV

“Excuse me, Madam, do you know the place to…” I paused my pretense of not knowing she was the one, before asking for direction from her, our gaze meeting at once.

“You…” We chorused together.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, shielding her son away from me, and acting all nervous. She must not want me to know about her son.

“Too late, Miss Catherine. I've already seen him. He must be your son, seeing how you're protecting him from me. But then, I ...