Rafael's POV

Even though I was so fucking angry with Natalie, I was very worried about her. I don't know why she acted that way. Did I hurt her during the intercourse without me realizing it?

Before I left the room, my gaze fell on the small drops of blood on the bed sheet and my heart sank. Maybe I really hurt her.

As soon as I arrived at the reception, I saw Jack standing there and his expression was grim. He came once I called him.

The receptionist asked, "Sir, how can I help you?"

I ordered in a firm tone, “Extend the reservation of Miss Natalie for one...