While getting ready Marissa didn't know if Rafael was planning to go home or skip the office.
He didn't have office clothes and was willing to drop her off at the office.
"You have already provided me with an official car and a chauffeur. Then why go to such pains?" she asked him, looking through the mirror.
He was lying in the bed, with his arms folded behind his head.
She was applying a nude shade of lipstick and for some reason, it all felt too intimate. She felt like she was getting ready like a normal wife would get and he was observing her through the mirror… like … like… like a doting husband.
Marissa avoided his gaze and kept her focus on her face. His eyes were making her nervous.
"Umm. You can go and sit in the car. I'll be out in a few minutes," she suggested trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
But he had a knowing grin on his face, "Why? Is something wrong?"
