Eileen tensed up all over, her hand hidden beneath the covers, pinching her thigh hard. The pain made her resolute, ignoring Rafael's pitiful tone. "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired and don't feel like talking. Have you bought the tickets for tomorrow's flight?"

Rafael noticed the strands of hair sticking to Eileen's face and reached out to brush them away, only to have Eileen pull away once again.

Seeing his empty palm, Rafael's heart twisted, but he remained gentle and indulgent. "No need to buy tickets. We can take a private jet back."

Eileen had a lot of questions to ask, but every time Rafael spoke, there was a...