Chapter 81 A word with you

Rafael's POV

I was leaning against the wall nonchalantly, holding a glass of wine in my hand when she walked in, her hand wrapped intimately around a young man’s arm.

I stood straight and growled as my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know she had that effect on me.

They walked side by side through the guests. She was smiling and chatting happily. There was something different about her, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

When our eyes met for the first time, there was nothing in them—no longing, no fear, nothing. Even the shock I had seen in them when she saw me at the show house was gone.

She kept laughing and chatting for ten minutes from the moment she entered, not sparing me another glance.

She was stunning. Her face was more radiant. Did she cut her hair? It looked somehow different. Her curves had grown more seductive.

And her belly...

Now, fifteen minutes had passed since she walked in, and she still hadn’t looked at me. As if I didn’t exist.

I couldn’t take it any longer