"You didn't have to phrase the command like that, you know. I appreciate you more than anyone and anything in existence," Ronald replied, love gleaming in his eyes.
Erika tightened her grip on her dress; she had to keep up with him to get what she wanted. She sighed, pushing her hair back.
"Whatever happens, don't interfere between me and Rafael, understood?" Erika said, ignoring his talk and desire to know what happened to her.
Ronald helped her reach her room, prepared her bed, and gave her a glass of milk. She relaxed, attempting to sleep, while he gently wiped her forehead, contemplating her beautiful sight. A girl like her didn't deserve what was happening.
Unable to do anything but love her more and more, he said, "I love you, Erika, and I'll do the impossible to make your life better." Just then, a call from his assistant informed him that his father urgently requested his presence.
