77| Helpless.

ROSALINDA.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I quickly disentangled myself from Antonio’s arms.

“What is happening here?“ Papà asked again, his frown deepening as he approached us.

“Uhm…” I nervously scratched the back of my neck. I was lost for words to say.

“Nothing really.” Antonio said, sighing.

“No. You can’t tell me nothing. Your hands were on her, looking at her like… that. What’s going on?“ Papà persisted, darting his gaze between the both of us.

“Is that the document?” Antonio changed the subject as he reached for the file in Papà’s hand.

He skimmed through the document before returning his gaze to Papà. “Thank you. I’ll take my leave now. Bye.”

“Antonio.” Papà called, his brows furrowing.

“Really, it’s nothing.” Antonio said.

Before Papà could say anything more, he started walking towards the exit.

I promptly followed Antonio, but Papà called me back.

“Rosalinda.” He said firmly.

I turned to look at him. “Yes, Papà?”

He waited for Antonio to leave the office bef