Santiago was staring at the sleeping woman beside him for an hour now. He lifted his fingers to trace her features but stopped himself when he remembered how unwilling she had been when she heard that they would be sharing the room. She immediately objected and demanded that she should be shifted to another room.
Perhaps, he would have agreed if not for the fact that he had noticed her red rim of the eyes. She had clearly cried in the bathroom in the disguise of a hot bath. However, he knew better than to speak it out loud.
It was better if she would tell or fight or even show an attitude for getting forced into this marriage than spending days alone in a cold room, crying.
