ROMANAs soon as Raven is out of sight, Vivienne turns to me, her eyes narrowing as she tries to dissect the moment she just walked in on. Her gaze flickers between my face, and the space where Raven was just standing.“Roman,” she starts, her voice carefully controlled but laced with suspicion. “Can you please explain what that was about?”I turn my back to her, reaching for my suit jacket draped over the chair, intentionally taking my time.“Explain what, Vivienne?” I ask coolly, not looking at her.“What I just walked into,” she presses, stepping closer. “The way you were holding her. Raven is wearing your shirt. Your clothes. It looked… inappropriate.”I finally look at her, my expression hardening into stone.“Inappropriate?” I repeat the word slowly, letting it hang in the air. “I fail to see where it is written that I cannot hold my daughter if she needs comfort.”I move toward her until she has to tilt her head back to hold my gaze. It isn’t something I do for intimidation, no
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