"What did he want?"
Francesca ignored Jonas' question and continued writing something unimportant in a notebook that was nearly completely filled.
He repeated the question, and she sighed and snapped it closed.
"I don't think it matters, but he was berating me for my decision to keep my daughter safe."
"Our daughter," he corrected, and Francesca sighed.
"I didn't mean it like that. I didn't expect to have a child with you, but I think you are a good father and it's a shame you didn't have a chance a little sooner."
His expression softened slightly and he wrapped his arms around her, but he was still frustrated by her behaviour.
"You used to be a lot more subtle than this, you know. Flattery is not a tactic that will work if you're aiming to manipulate me, but I appreciate the co
