Roman Bianchi was absolutely charmed by Rose’s smile as she spoke to Flora.
The woman was fascinating in more ways than one, and he couldn’t help but want to put more smiles on her face – even if a part of him wanted to ruin her irrevocably.
Roman had a type, and Rose didn’t fit the damned type… He shouldn’t entertain any thoughts of her really, for they weren’t meant to be together. He didn’t think himself above her, but their worlds were far too different, meant only to clash, never to mix.
Soon, Rose began lecturing him in her most serious tone of voice, and he listened, because that was all there was to do while she attended to him.
“Are you even listening to me?” She let out in an annoyed tone of voice after a moment.
He reasoned that his silence might have done him dirty.
