"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that your husband's hairstyle is too funny," Hannah held onto her stomach, still unable to aim her gaze directly at the already-married Rafael.

It all felt strange yet oddly harmonious.

Rafael approached, took Hannah's hand, and exerted a slight pressure with his five fingers. "Nice to meet you."

Hannah raised an eyebrow, feeling the cold threat emanating from the palm of his hand.

She chuckled softly, blinking her eyes.

Only then did Rafael release Hannah's hand. "Please, come in."

His powerful and intimidating aura still surrounded him. At that moment, Hannah finally understood that Rafael's phone call wasn't just an...