บททั้งหมดของ Raven's Kiss : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 26

Troy laughs softly . “Were you watching us on the office cameras.”Silence.My eyes darken. “why would I?”“Just seems like something you can do”I say nothing.“That,” he continues, “that expression of yours tells me more than you're intending my friend, I'm right "“I'm irritated,” I say coolly. “That’s all.”“Sure,” he nods. “You’re always irritated.”He steps closer, lowering his voice. “But this is different right?”I straighten. “Careful.”“Roland,” he says quietly now, no teasing at all. “its not a horrible thing to like a woman and want her all to yourself stop acting like I'm accusing you of something absurd”That does it.I laugh—short, sharp, humorless. “You’re imagining things.”“No,” he says calmly. “I’ve known you since you were a stubborn, emotionally constipated teenager who thought liking someone was a weakness.”I clench my fists.“And you look exactly the same now,” he adds. “Just better dressed.”“I don’t like her,” I say firmly.Troy raises a brow. “Didn’t say yo

Diana’s POVI freeze.Like my brain has hit a pause button and forgotten how to unfreeze me.Every single person at the table is staring now, and I’m painfully aware of how quiet it’s gotten—of how expensive the silence feels. I manage a stiff smile and give a small, polite bow, the kind drilled into me by years of knowing when not to speak too much.“Roland, you’ve been holding out on us,” one of the men finally says, breaking the tension with a laugh.“Tell me about it,” a woman adds, eyes sharp with curiosity. “When did this even happen?”“Not too long ago,” Roland answers calmly.That’s it. No details. No elaboration.Of course.Another voice chimes in, warmer this time. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Miss Diana.”I pause, instinctively glancing at Roland, half-expecting a cue—some subtle signal that it’s my turn to respond. But he doesn’t even look at me. He’s already speaking to one of the waiters beside him, gesturing lightly.“Thank you,” I say instead, my voice soft but sinc

Roland’s POVAt the meeting, I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that Diana hadn’t eaten all day. Especially after she refused to come into the restaurant with me, insisting it was strictly professional.She’d only made breakfast for me this morning—then sat there and watched me eat. And in the few days I’ve known her, one thing is clear: Diana respects food. She enjoys it.“Mr. Graham, is anything wrong with the proposal? You seem uninterested.”One of my partners speaks up, silencing the table. I can feel several curious eyes on me.“Please excuse me for a minute.”I stand and step out of the restaurant, heading straight for my car.Dave is napping in the driver’s seat, but his eyes open calmly when I pull the back door open. Diana startles slightly—whatever she was doing before I arrived has her fidgeting as she sits upright, a stiff smile settling on her face.“Are you done?” she asks, clearly hoping the answer is yes.“It’s taking longer than expected,” I reply. I could swear I s