Rafael's POV
Vae and Roey quickly disappeared into the crowd of the mall, while Reece walked up to Viona and me, still wearing that straight, unreadable smile.
When Viona reached out with her free hand to hold Reece's, he ignored it. Instead, he deliberately broke my grip from Viona and slid himself between us, his two small palms firmly clasping my hand and Viona's hand instead.
He looked up at me, both brows raised. "Let's go, Father. Show us the way."
"Good boy." Viona ruffled his hair with a touched smile, clearly caught off guard by him holding my hand. She looked genuinely moved.
But from Reece's smug gaze and that subtle curve of his lips, I knew the only reason he held my hand was to make sure I wouldn't hold my Nana's.
I let out a heavy breath and kept walking, my hand still trapped in Reece's grip.
"Why didn't you join the playground?" I asked, irritated.
"I'm not playing childish games. It's boring," he replied casually.
"But you're a child."
