Rafael Vexley cleared his throat, his tone dripping with feigned graciousness. "Well, since our knight in shining armor has arrived, perhaps I should give you two some space. Wouldn't want to intrude on good friends catching up." Internally, he gritted his teeth, the words tasting like ash. He despised leaving her side, especially now, but appearances mattered in his web of deceptions.
Eliana nodded gently. "Rafael, you don't have to—"
"No, no, my dear. You two talk. I'll be right outside if you need me." Rafael raised his voice slightly. "James? Wheel me out, would you? I feel like admiring the hallway decor."
The door opened promptly, and James stepped in, gripping the wheelchair handles. With a smooth push, he rolled Rafael away, the billionaire's fake smile holding until the door clicked shut behind them.
