Third Person's POV
Rafael sat on the edge of his desk and turned his chair so that Viona faced him.
"What made you so excited that you couldn't hear me?"
"Huh? I heard you. But look at this. I found him. Caroline's man. Here." Viona waved her phone, showing the young man's Photogram page.
Rafael chuckled. "So, you're excited just from seeing a young man's photo?"
Viona met Rafael's possessive gaze for a few seconds, confused, then smiled. She was already used to that jealous look of her husband. A look that should have annoyed her, yet somehow, she had grown addicted to it.
"There's no man who can make me excited other than you."
"Is that so? I keep wanting to believe that." He cupped Viona's chin. "I just don't want you looking at other men, Mrs. Kingston."
"Relax… I already have you as my 24/7 mental image, Mr. Kingston." Viona let out a soft, teasing chuckle. She took a breath before continuing,
