Rodri's POV
“Why are you fighting this?” I asked her in a low tone. My voice went lower. “Was last night not enough to convince you?”
At the mention of last night, her pretty face took on a pink blush and her blue eyes averted. I brushed the wet strands of her brown hair away from her face, and smiled slightly. However my amused smile faded off when I saw that her eyes were actually a light pink, as if she had been crying.
I frowned. “Are you alright, Vanessa? Did I hurt you last night—”
“—No.” She abruptly cut in, her blush deepening. “I am not hurt. I am… I just…” She looked frustrated as she let out a sigh. “We need to talk.”
“Is this about you being my surrogate and I, your employer? I already told you it doesn’t matter. I made the rule of no attachments, right? I have gotten rid
