Third Person’s POV
“Are you not mad at me?” she asked Endrée as a blush crept up her porcelain features. She resisted the urge to bite her lips as he stared at her, his eyes glowing brighter. Like rubies, it glimmered even without the presence of light.Endrée resisted the urge to dart his tongue out and lick her cheeks.He wanted to kiss her again but he was afraid that she and might not end up fixing the situation.“I'm not mad at you. It's just that of all the places you could go to, it has to be my nephew Diego’s place. You know what this action of yours will affect me. Do you have any idea how this might make me think, the kinds of thoughts in be having? He—he's known for his reputation,” Endrée answered, trying to calm himself. He admitted that he does not trust his nephew.Endrée could not see it but when it comes to his mate, he loses his confidence in his sexual appeal. He often thinks that some guy might come and steal her away.As if she would be e
