Chapter 162- Dear Son
It wouldn’t be a sensible move to tell Rafael about his mom. He would never trust her, "Rafael... what if... I mean the security of our kids... like the house..."
"I assure you, little Greene," he pinched her chin and raised her face, "Once we make the announcement, they’ll have twenty-four hours bodyguards around them. Just think of it. More space, better opportunities, better security, and then our presence," he tucked back a stray hair behind her ear, "I can’t stay at Sophie’s place, Marissa. It’s a small house and it’s not fair to Flint to jam-pack his house. I know he was there for you, all this time. And I want to do the same to him and Sophie. If you can convince them, ask them to move with us. I don’t have a problem with it."
Marissa’s jaw dropped at his words. He was ready to move her friends to his house. For her?
But then another thought crossed her mind, "What if your mom and wife want to move in there?"
Rafael’s facial features went hard, "This is the last time you are calling that woman, my wife, Marissa."
Marissa was a little surprised by this stiff tone. He always talked to her too politely.
"I’m..." she cleared her throat, "I’m sorry."
He sighed and then his hand held the nape of her neck to keep her close, "No. I’m sorry. I got upset the moment I got Joseph’s messages," And then he remembered something, and his eyes turned into thin slits, "And now don’t tell me you are again planning to ditch my dinner date plan."
She thought for a moment and smiled, "No. I don’t."
"Good!" he kissed her cheek, "Then let’s go home. Meet our kids. Tuck them to bed and have a nice cozy dinner."
She grinned at the mention of home, "Hotel room. Not home."