Lena didn’t respond; she kept staring at him, wondering if he was joking with her right now or if he was serious.
“I know my English isn't so good, but I am sure I transmitted it so well.” The man said, and Lena turned to walk past him, not ready to entertain him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
“Did you just try to walk out on me?” Quero asked in disbelief; in his years of being a bishop, no lady had ever tried disrespecting him, except his sister, of course, who was a spoiled brat.
But the pope’s w***e dared to?
“Leave me.” Lena pulled her hand away from him, and a teasing smile crept on his lips.
“Your voice is so pretty; I can imagine you moaning below me,” he said, and Lena felt even more disgusted.
“What are you doing?” A familiar voice echoed from behind them, and
