Viona's POV
I gritted my teeth and immediately followed Rafael to his study. Something was wrong. There was no way he would be that cold to me. I pushed the door open hard, breath trembling as I held it in.
Our eyes locked just as he was about to sit behind his desk.
"What's your problem, really? Are you avoiding me?" I shouted, my voice cracking, standing in the middle of the room in front of his desk as if I owned it.
I expected him to smile, to soften. Instead, that expectation shattered. With calm indifference and far too much authority, he sank into the chair. I suddenly felt small under that coldness.
"No. Why would I?" he said flatly. "I answered your question."
I blinked. Right. He did. "But you…" The words got stuck in my throat. I didn't want to sound like a whining wife. Was I being too sensitive?
He looked at me briefly, waiting for me to finish.
Ah shit… I didn't even know anymore.
"But you're not like your usual self."
