The moment Alvaro left her tent, Rozarria packed her things while biting the edge of a smile, a vain attempt to keep her silly grin at bay.
Spending the past few weeks with him, she admitted the layers of his freezing heart was cracking. The man was a natural charmer. Every day with him was pure joy, and every night with him was unforgettable and unpredictable, yet always irresistibly enjoyable.
Till she got out and was about to pack her tent, her silly smile never left her face. That was until Aaron's face stumbled upon her when she got out.
Her smiling expression turned to one of ice as she ignored the man and focused on packing her tent. But his hand which reached out and grabbed hers stopped her, and she was forced to face him.
"Is there something you need?" she asked. Her voice was as cold as her face.
"What is your relationship with that guy?" Aaron asked straight to the point.