James held up his hands in a placating gesture, his voice calm and steady. "Rafael, if you're happy being married to Eliana—and I know you are, deep down the most happiest man on earth because of her—then you need to go right away and apologize for making her angry. She's so upset she skipped dinner entirely, and that's not good for the growing child in her womb. It also looked like she was trying to hide her tears from me. She's delicate right now, Rafael, with the pregnancy and all the stress from today. She should be handled with love, not commands."
Rafael's pacing halted abruptly, his steel eyes widening in shock. The words hit him like a physical blow, cracking through his emotional armor. He raked a hand through his hair again, his commanding presence faltering. "She's... skipping dinner? Crying?"
