“Roman?” Reyna wasn't sure it was him but the voice was unmistakable, she wondered what he was doing there at that moment.
Had he been following them?
“You just don't know when to rest, do you Romero.” Jones shook his head at Roman.
“It's Roman, Roman Knight.” Roman answers him, his voice holding a powerful authority.
“I apologize.” Jones said, “Romanus.” He said with a mischievous smile.
“I won't waste my time with you.” Roman glared at Jones, walking towards Reyna.
“Reyna, I came to give you this.” He extended a paper bag towards her.
Reyna didn't realize that there was a spot in her heart that was worried about Roman. She saw him standing there, he looked handsome dressed in his usual tailored suits but his eyes held a gloomy expression he was trying to mask with his arrogan
