Lena sipped from her glass of wine, feeling she needed it now more than ever, but Nero’s piercing gaze remained fixed on her.
"I can’t share a bed with you," she said firmly, and he nodded as though he had expected her response.
"If you refuse to share a bedroom with me, how about we add another month?" Nero questioned, his tone cold and calculating. Lena pouted. Another month? That was a lot. She wanted to be out of his sight so desperately.
"You’re trying to make me soften up to you, yet you keep threatening me," Lena admitted, her frustration clear. Nero leaned forward, his intense eyes locking onto hers.
"Then teach me how to be the man you want," he blurted out, and Lena froze, shocked by his words. They penetrated her ears and heart with surprising ease.
"Nero..." she began, but
