Viona's POV
He frowned, confused, and I kept spreading the moisturiser between his brows until the crease slowly eased.
"Our misunderstanding? Didn't we already clear that up?" he protested.
"Yeah. I mean… that time. When you suddenly had to go overseas. That wasn't because of me, was it?" I tried to bait the question out carefully.
I should have asked him directly about the maid accusation, but my heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
I was terrified, and I didn't even know whether the question would hurt him more or destroy me instead.
I clenched my teeth, forcing my composure to hold so he wouldn't notice how fast my pulse was racing.
My fingers stayed steady as I smoothed the moisturiser over his warm cheeks.
"Why are you asking about that?" Rafael looked at me flatly.
My finger stopped right on the tip of his nose. He truly had a bad habit. I clicked my tongue in irritation and pinched his nose hard.
