Breakfast was pleasant. Roman barely talked, but he listened to Rose. It showed in the narrowing of his eyes at times, but also in his not too frequent hums.
“What’s your plan after breakfast?” He asked in his usual deep sensual voice.
“I need to drop by the vet clinic,” she smiled at him. “I miss my little Mey.”
“I see,” he nodded at her.
Rose was partly surprised by the fact that he actually kept his hands to himself, even though he had booked La Duchesse for them.
She ended up blurting out her concerns awkwardly, “Don’t you like the dress?”
“I picked it myself,” his faint frown was the only indication of his confusion.
“Then how come…” she trailed off, blushing to her utter and complete mortification.
Why was she asking him this? Was she even ready for his answer?
“I am not tak
