Celia frowned, while Rafael just shook his head.
“You heard my conversation with Mason, didn’t you?” he asked, reaching for her tiny fingers.
“Oh, I did,” Celia admitted reluctantly, realizing there was no point in lying. “And why do you think I heard? Were you eavesdropping on my conversation with my friend?”
“I heard it by accident. And you know, the less she knows, the safer she is.”
She nodded slowly, “Does Mason hate me?”
“No. Why would he?”
“There are plenty of reasons for him to hate me.”
“I can assure you, whether he does or not, it doesn’t change anything. I love you, and we want to be together. That’s all that matters.”
Celia pouted and stayed silent for a moment.
“So, do you have any siblings?” she asked.
“They are dead,” Rafael replied quietly.
“Jeez! Sorry about tha
