Rafael's face crumpled for a split second, the cold, calculating CEO mask cracking to reveal the lonely man beneath. He leaned back against the pillows, feigning the weakness of his 'disabled' state, but his voice was urgent, laced with genuine plea. "Eliana, at least think about it. For your sake and the baby's, if not for mine. Sleep on it. We can talk tomorrow."
She hesitated at the door, her hand on the handle, but didn't turn back. Her shoulders slumped slightly, the emotional toll etching lines on her soft, heart-shaped face.
Rafael sighed, defeated for the moment, and nodded toward his loyal friend. "James, take her home. Make sure she's safe."
James nodded briskly, his deep voice rumbling with reluctant obedience. "Yes, sir. Come on, Miss Eliana. Let's get you out of here."
