RODRIGO’S POVI grinned at the shocked expression on Tanya's face as I drew out the seat and sat by the dinner table. It had been a while since I'd had dinner with her, mainly because I didn't know what she thought of me. And today, as I decided to brave up and eat with her, she was looking at me like I was a ghost like she hadn't spoken with me a few hours ago before she went out."What, am I not allowed to have dinner at my table anymore?" I asked, beckoning Maria. She hadn't even served any food on my side. It turns out she was used to me staying away, too."No, of course, you can," Tanya said hurriedly and immediately started coughing.My eyes widened, and I pushed a water bottle closer to her. I watched her drink and then set the water down. She looked away from me, and I found that very amusing.She looked like she'd rather be anywhere but here, and seeing the way she seemed to be avoiding me lately, I sensed that she didn't like me jumping up on her tonight."Why are you so une

TANYA’S POVI scrambled back from the bed as he fell upon it. "What the hell is going on?" I shouted, terrified.Why was he in my room by this time? If he tried to make any move on me, I was ready to break his fingers. After blowing me off, he just burst into my room like he owned the place... which he technically did, but still, he needed my permission before coming in.Permission that I definitely didn't give. Not with how he's been treating me..."This place is so comfortable," he drawled.I frowned. This didn't sound like the Rodrigo I knew. Are you making a random comment like this? No."Well, the bed is really soft," I ventured.He shook his head and stopped suddenly, wincing like it hurt him a lot. "Not the bed. You. You make it comfortable."I blinked, unsure of what to say to that. I sat up to get a good look at him as if that would tell me what he was thinking."Are you okay?" I asked tentatively.He reached a hand out to mine, and I snatched my hand away. No, I wasn't going

TANYA’S POV I watched the smug look spread across Rodrigo's face with a frown. Usually, I wouldn't mind him getting the title he'd always wanted, which got me in this position in the first place. But it was getting more challenging to feel happy about anything he did lately. With his behavior and all, I was starting to hate him. I felt like the morning after he told me about his mother didn't have a good closure, and he didn't even attempt to speak to me after that. Back to our usual routine of only speaking when it was necessary. I was tired of this routine. How could he go back to ignoring me after telling me something so personal? Was he that cold? I watched as he moved away from Fabio to mount the podium. Fabio was an entirely different case. He had a bitter look, and then he glanced at me. I quickly looked away, not wanting him to know I was staring. I couldn't decide how I felt towards him after our last meeting. I always thought he was the more excellent version of