Chapter 11: Who Do You Like More?
(Seraphina's POV)
Seeing Aiden’s gloomy face and prolonged silence, I reached out blindly, my fingers groping until they found the soft fabric of his shirt hem.
I gripped it gently, putting on my most pitiful expression.
"Aiden, are you angry with me?" I asked, deliberately making my voice small and vulnerable, the way I used to when I genuinely cared about his feelings.
The pathetic tone in my voice had the desired effect. Even though he was clearly furious about the flowers, my helpless demeanor made it difficult for him to maintain his anger openly.
His jaw unclenched slightly as he forced himself to adopt a gentler facade.
"Of course not, sweetheart," he said, his voice carefully controlled as he reached out to caress my face with what appeare
