Chapter 15 Premeditation

(Lena's POV)
The job that Rafael gave me was very simple.
It was just the most basic translation, and it didn't even require me to do more than consult or anything else. Of course, this also meant that I couldn't go anywhere other than to sit by his side.
Raphael also hardly moved position, it was a very rare time, I can very quietly enjoy being alone with him, feel a mood called peace.
Of course, his status did not allow him to do as he pleased in this way, and by the time Landon entered his office for the third time, he was going out for a meeting.
"Do you need me to come with you?"
I asked out loud. After all, my understanding of a personal interpreter was that he or she needed to follow the person he or she was serving at all times.
Raphael gave me a look, and to my surprise, Raphael didn't ask me to come along.
"All you have to do is take care of the rest of your stuff here, and I'll check it when I get back, and if any of it doesn't pass, you'll be punished."
I wanted to say something else, but Rafael did not give me this opportunity, and with his departure, the temperature in the office seemed to follow the cooling down.
I know I shouldn't have such excessive emotions.
But I have indeed been touched by him.
Rafael must have had his reasons for not letting me go, and I had my ideas for wanting to go forward.
I couldn't contact William, and after Raphael took me back, he confiscated all my communication tools along with me.
I had no room to resist.
Soon, though, another thought popped up.
I simply called Nina on the phone.
But a long time passed and Nina didn't answer my calls. It was nothing like she had been before.
I have an innate trust in my intuition and vaguely felt that something was bound to happen, and there were several phone calls in a row.
It wasn't until the last call was finally answered that I looked down and realized that the paper in my hand had been crumpled.
"Nina, what are you up to? Why haven't you been answering my calls?"
"Calm down, calm down, Lena, you changed your number?"
I just remembered that I was using the office phone.
"No, I'm using another phone, so what the hell are you doing?"
Nina said a few more comforting words, but to my ears, they had no effect.
"I was meeting a friend and just went to a bathroom so I didn't hear you, sorry about that, you disappeared for so long, why did you suddenly want to find me?" Nina's tone sounded a little tired, which is certainly true, I guess all this has tortured us all.
"I wanted to ask you for a favor."
"Say, what's the favor, Lena, you don't have to be polite with me, if I can help."
I suddenly felt my heart beating a little faster, and after taking a few breaths, I tried to calm myself. I can't be blamed for this, because Raphael is affecting me too much and there's no way I can stop thinking about other things, especially since I know exactly what I'm doing right now.
"I need you to find someone for me."
I can already hear the thumping of my heart, it's about to beat out.
"What people?"
"William Hill."
Nina on the other end of the phone suddenly lost her voice. I thought it was because she did not know what William was, and then opened her mouth to explain to help her remember: "Do you remember, the boy who saved my life once three years ago and often came to the bar to find me afterward, that's him."
"Okay, Lena, slow down, this guy you're talking about, does he have golden eyes and then, a nice size and brown hair?"
I blinked, stopped myself from speaking, and spoke with some hesitation, "Yes, that's right, but, you don't know this?"
"Because ...... Because this person is with me right now."
What?
My mind went blank for a moment, my senses had never been more sensitive than they were right now. Because I could hear footsteps outside, Rafael this meeting was going fast, but now it was obvious that there was nothing more I could do to continue talking to Nina.
"Hey! Listen, Nina, I'll call you back, and remember, don't be putting in calls until I contact you!"
I hung up the phone with a lot of force, but it was obvious that I had panicked too much, and the panic on my face probably didn't go away instantly, but Rafael had come over and I could already hear him pulling on the door.
God bless!
Thank God for the last chance, I swung the glass off the table without any hesitation, and as it fell and broke, I screamed as hard as I could in a tone of horror.
Rafael jerked the door open, and when he saw that my clothes had been wet with tea and the floor was all covered with wretched shards of glass.
I looked up at him with a red face, embarrassed and nervous, and then, in a trembling voice, said, "I was going to take something, but, I didn't see this cup."
Raphael's expression did not imply any blame, he was even relieved, then turned his head and said a few words to Landon behind him and walked over.
"Are you stupid, Lena, I feel like I even need to hire you a personal maid."
I knew he wasn't angry, and my panic was well hidden under the cover of guilt.
"I'm sorry, I'll get the place cleaned up."
After I finished, I got up and tried to get the tools to clean up, but Rafael got in the way.
He took me by the arm, and with a little force he carried me into his arms: "You don't have to do it, sit still, I'm afraid you'll get yourself hurt again clumsily."
It sounds like I'm a handful.
But it couldn't be helped, I did give him that feeling.
After arguing to no avail, I finally accepted his opinion, but it was clear that his request to sit down was not the same as what I thought I was sitting down.
As I was about to resume my seat, Rafael looked at me with a probing gaze.
I touched my face a little stiffly, "What's wrong, I have something dirty on my face?"
"I didn't ask you to sit there."
So where should I sit?
I frowned, but then Rafael pointed to the side of him.
I walked over, expecting him to ask me to sit by his side, but to my surprise, he pulled me directly into his arms.
Now, we are moving very - at least to me - very strangely.
I didn't dare to move because I was now sitting on his lap, but if I moved, there was a good chance I would touch him somewhere. What happened a long time ago is still in my mind, and that kind of thing is not pleasant I do not want it to happen a second time.
Rafael doesn't think so.
When he put his hand inside the hem of my blouse, I turned my head to give him a disgruntled look, but Rafael did not react, he even looked at me with his beautiful eyes as if asking what was not allowed.
I blushed and tried to take his hand away.
Instead, Raphael was more aggressive, but, with his wide palms, he didn't do anything more excessive, although he was roaming the small of my back.
I thought this would be the end, had thought not to bother him again, perhaps Raphael to see that I did not have any reaction, it is more to go overboard intended to hand God's knife below.
I couldn't stand it.
However, before I could raise my voice to warn, the knock on the door suddenly sounded.
I couldn't help but be startled, and Raphael's movements jerked.
The scene seems like we are doing something not so good.
I don't know why, but I suddenly want to laugh a little, this feeling is like a real couple.
After Rafael opened the door, the cleaning lady came in to clean up the garbage from earlier, and my heart suddenly felt a little guilty. However, the main emotion was an embarrassment because of my current position - sitting completely on top of Raphael. Even though the cleaning aunt never shared a glance with us.
I tried to get off of him, but Rafael reached right around my waist.
"Rafael, can you let me go down first?" I began to feel my cheeks rolling again and asked in a whisper in his ear.
But Rafael narrowed his eyes as he looked over at me, "Are you shy, Lena?"
I gritted my teeth, "Someone."
"But I won't allow you to go down there, understand?"
"......" I wasn't angry, even though Rafael held me tighter and my face was probably getting redder, but, because of his remark, I didn't offer to go down again until the cleaning lady left.
It is a very godly feeling.
At that moment I felt that Raphael was Raphael.
He doesn't seem to have changed much, still the same as before, even arguing with me in very childish places, but that doesn't stop us from loving each other.
I was suddenly a little sad, thinking that it was all a mistake, thinking that I would still find a way to reach out to William, and a deep sadness was about to swallow me up.
He was bound to sense my emotions and probably thought I was unhappy because of what just happened.
Then Rafael moved closer to me and very intimately rubbed his fingers against my lips.
He lifted my chin and kissed me tenderly.
At that moment I had figured out that I had to contact William, but not to go with him, to get out of here, away from him and Rafael of all people.
There's nothing I can do to change what happened between their brothers, and of course, that's necessarily not what I want to change.
But my presence would probably hurt them both.
It's the only thing I can decide.
After a week of work, I once again found the opportunity to contact Nina.
"Good evening, dear, I think we'll have to make this short."
"This weekend, Rafael will probably be traveling for a few days, I need you to contact William out at the same bar we had before, but I'm not quite sure when I can get there, so I'll leave everything to you."