Chapter 6

As I sat in the car on the way to the airport, I couldn't help but think about Rave's betrayal.

To be honest, I wasn't hurting that much anymore. I was just angry that I had allowed myself to be hurt like that, and I pitied myself because I had believed I was enough. But apparently, I wasn't. He still looked for another woman to fulfill what he thought I lacked.

I told myself I wouldn't get into another relationship anytime soon. My heart wasn't ready. But why did it feel like I was slowly falling again?

And the worst part was... I was falling for my boss. I didn't know when it started. Maybe when he took care of me. Or maybe I had been feeling this way for a long time and only realized it now.

“Are you okay, Ma'am?” Renje asked.

My thoughts were interrupted. I tore my gaze away from the window and looked at him.

“Y-Yes, I'm fine,” I replied with a forced smile.

“I've just noticed something... Boss seems to treat you differently, Ma'am.”

I froze.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

He scratched the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly.

“It's nothing. Just forget I said anything.”

I let out a sigh and turned my attention back to the scenery outside. There was so much on my mind.

When we arrived at the airport, I stepped out of the car. Renje carried my luggage as we headed toward the private jet, where Sir Azrael was already waiting with several bodyguards.

My heart skipped a beat the moment I saw him.

His posture was flawless, and he carried himself with effortless confidence.

“G-good morning, sir,” I greeted him.

But he didn't even look at me.

Instead, he turned to Renje.

“Take the luggage to the jet. We're leaving now,” he said coldly.

Embarrassment washed over me. I bit my lip and quietly followed him inside.

Renje and the other guards loaded our luggage while I tried to hide the sadness that suddenly settled in my chest.

When we reached the jet, I couldn't help staring at it.

“Wow...” I whispered.

“What are you doing? Come in,” Sir Azrael called.

He boarded first, and I followed behind him, but he still didn't acknowledge me.

“What about the guards?” I asked after noticing they weren't coming with us.

“They'll take another plane.”

“What a waste of money,” I muttered under my breath.

“Welcome, Mr. Cervantes,” one of the flight attendants greeted.

Several staff members carried our luggage inside while Sir Azrael and I took seats across from each other, separated by a small table.

“Would you like something to drink, sir?” the attendant asked.

“Wine will be fine.”

“And you, ma'am?”

“I'm fine, thank you,” I replied with a polite smile.

A few moments later, the attendant returned with his wine. Sir Azrael quietly sipped his drink while I stared out the window.

I wanted to talk to him, but it felt as though there was an invisible wall between us.

He was avoiding me.

Without realizing it, I fell asleep.

I only woke when I heard the attendant's voice.

“Sir, Ma'am, please fasten your seatbelts. We'll be landing shortly.”

“So soon?” I murmured.

I glanced at Sir Azrael. He was still focused on his laptop.

“Put on your seatbelt,” he said without taking his eyes off the screen.

I quietly obeyed.

When we stepped off the jet, a car was already waiting for us.

The bodyguards had arrived too.

“They're fast,” I whispered in amazement.

“Welcome, Boss,” Renje greeted.

“We're heading to the hotel,” Sir Azrael instructed.

Renje nodded and drove us there.

When we arrived at the hotel, Sir Azrael excused himself, saying he had somewhere to be.

That left me alone in the hotel room.

With nothing else to do, I decided to go to the pool.

I just wanted to clear my head. There were already too many things weighing on my mind.

Since no one else was around, I simply wore my swimsuit.

I was floating peacefully when I noticed someone walking toward me.

Sir Azrael.

I shot upright in surprise, suddenly unsure which part of my body I should cover first.

“You really love disobeying me, huh?” he smirked.

He had told me to stay inside the room, but I hadn't listened.

“Leave,” I said without looking at him.

He only smiled.

He took off his jacket and jumped into the pool.

I gasped as he swam toward me.

“Why? This is my pool, so why should I leave?” he teased.

I tried to move away, but he immediately wrapped a hand around my waist.

Gently, he brushed the damp strands of hair away from my face.

“I already told you to tie your hair up. I want to see your face,” he said.

His fingers slowly traced the side of my waist.

I tightened my grip on the edge of the pool.

My gaze drifted to his lips. He ran his tongue over them before suddenly lifting me into his arms.

“Sir Azrael!” I cried out in surprise.

He simply smiled as though carrying me like that was the most natural thing in the world.

He sat me on the edge of the pool before positioning himself between my legs.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered.

“I didn't go to the club last night. I was just teasing you.”

I froze.

His trip to the club had been bothering me since last night.

Suddenly, my chest felt lighter.

I hadn't realized how heavily it had weighed on me until now.

“I never asked,” I muttered.

“Move away.”

I tried to push him back, but he didn't budge.

“So this is how you act when you're jealous?” he laughed.

My lips parted.

“I'm not jealous. Go back there if you want. I don't care!”

He raised both hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay. Chill. You're not even pregnant yet, and you're already this feisty.”

I froze.

Pregnant?

I suddenly fell silent.

He noticed immediately.

He reached up, gently held my chin, and made me look at him.

“Are you okay?”

I shook my head.

“I'm not pregnant...”

But he clearly wasn't convinced.

“We're not sure yet,” he said.

“I already said I'm not—”

My words died in my throat when he leaned closer.

“Shh...” he murmured in a husky voice.

“You're too worked up. It's rubbing off on me.”

I swallowed hard.

His gaze drifted down to my chest.

My swimsuit clung to me, leaving little to the imagination.

“I'm the only one who should get to see you dressed like this,” he said possessively.

“Baby...” he whispered.

He cupped the back of my neck and slowly drew me closer until his s

oft lips met mine.

Every kiss was unhurried. Slow. Gentle. It was at that moment I realized how much I had missed him. What was this feeling?

He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “Be my woman, Canna,” he whispered.