Chapter 245: You are wrong

Inside the room, Mara lay on her bed, her body still humming with the memory of Rafael’s hands, his kisses, the way he whispered, "wait for me." She smiled faintly, tracing invisible shapes on her bedsheet. She imagined the surprise he’d promised—maybe flowers, maybe a planned dinner, or something bold like a weekend away. Maybe even...

Her smile deepened. A proposal.