Rafael's mouth twitched, though whether it was amusement or disbelief, she could not tell. His gaze dropped once more to the suitcase before returning to her.
"You certainly do know how to leave a first impression." And he laughed.
"It was called hormonal fluctuations," Cixi said, recalling the bit of research she had done about pregnancy before daring to invade the Crown Palace. She reminded herself that this was not the moment to make any enemies, especially with the royal family, especially when she was on the verge of being shooed away by the guards.
"What I meant was, you should have asked whether we had ever met instead of questioning if the baby was yours."
"Then why were you here—" His eyes rose again with mild astonishment. "—with luggage?"
The way he stood before her made his height even more apparent. He seemed built out of long lines and indifference.
How tall were these men in the Crown bloodline? she pondered.
"I was here to speak to Michael Crown."
