SHAY
It took me a whole five minutes to regain my composure. It wasn't every day that some hot-shot detective suddenly appeared out of nowhere in our apartel, twice.
"Detective Oliver." I cleared my throat. "Rafael."
The man mentioned was dressed nicely. He looked… very... charming. And there was the issue of the bouquet of blue roses.
If he was here to sweep me off my feet, it was definitely working.
The only downside was, I was in my pajamas. I somehow felt exposed.
"I had to see you." Detective Oliver said, eyeing Stella, who appeared to be uninterested, busily typing on her phone in the far corner of the kitchen but whom I knew was openly eavesdropping.
Yet, behind the grand gesture, I could sense the hidden agenda behind this surprise visit.
Detective Oliver wasn't here just to sweep me off my feet. After yesterday's revelation, I had the right to be suspicious.
