Rafael was leaning back on the desk in his room. In one hand, he held a thick stack of papers and his other hand was occupied with twirling a pen in his fingers.
'Knock'
The single knock had him looking up in the direction of the door. He straightened up and was ready to put the papers down. But before he could walk up to there to open the door, the door opened and Amara strode in.
The moment she entered, he could see that on her face. Displeasure and anger. She looked like he had let her down and he had no idea what he did except for staying in his room and doing some work.
Probably, that friend of hers came, brainwashed her against him and left. Even that guess did not seem far off to Rafael who believed he had not done anything to incur such an expression on her face.
