Oriana looked at the large man glaring down at her. It was Rafal who she bumped into. He had just stepped out of the doorway when Oriana happened to bump her face against his hard chest.
"You broke my nose, Young Master," she mumbled, covering her nose with her hands.
"Whose fault is it to not look ahead?" he replied grumpily.
"Apologies, Young Master. I was negligent." She bowed to him, but seeing the redness on her nose, Rafal's stern expression softened.
"Let me see. There is no blood, right—"
A voice interrupted him. "Don't you have urgent work to do, Rafal?"
Rafal's body stiffened and he stepped away from Oriana.
Arlan walked towards them the moment he heard Oriana's whining in pain.
"I will be on my way, my Lord." Rafal looked at Oriana. "Find Smith to get you ice." He then walked ahead.
Oriana glared at Arlan who didn't show a tinge of sympathy towards her and ran inside the first guest mansion. "Cruel brat."
