Rafael's POV
What the hell was that? Why did I say something like that?
And with the tip of my nose brushing her cheek like this, what was I about to do?
It was still fascinating to see the thin lines at the corners of her eyes from her reflexes squeezing shut, this close.
When I read her wedding invitation, I thought I'd never see her cheerful smile again.
Hear her awkward curses when I teased her.
Or even sat two seats away from her while she cried, clutching her fists tremblingly, just in case she suddenly fainted.
But right now… she squirmed in my grasp as Viona Kingston. My wife. My ultimate missed calculation. Then and now.
Rafael, you must have lost your mind. How could you bring her into this rabbit hole? Your target is Dimitri Island. You need to focus on that.
My mind had never been this agitated before. I needed to change all of my plans because of my reckless decision to ask her on a date yesterday.
Damn! Why did her lips part?
