Rafael's POV
My chest tightened with something unfamiliar, yet warm. She cried because of me? I had seen her cry, sad and stupidly vulnerable, countless times because of that one bastard, and it had driven me mad more than once.
But hearing that she cried because of me now tugged a low, triumphant smirk to the corner of my lips. I liked it. I might need to meet Eve again, just to consult why I liked it when she was sad because of me.
"Roey… what are you saying, dear? When… when was Mommy crying?" My Nana reached out, stroking my plump boy's hair, horror written all over her face. It was classic of her, panicking and growing anxious the moment someone caught her weakness.
"We saw it, Mommy… sometimes when we wanted to cuddle you at night, you cried with your eyes closed and murmured Raf, Raf… Our knight father's name is Rafael," the good boy said, breathless.
