Joanna was silent. Her eyelashes slightly fluttered as she got the meaning of Canillas' every word.
"With the little boy with you, you won't be lonely. When I am away, he could give you company. Of course, I keep my word that you are free to bring your maids with you. I also remember that I will introduce friends of mine who would be there if you need something that they can afford," Canillas spoke, capturing Joanna's bewildered gaze in his.
"You don't need to answer now if you can't decide," he added, his palm still resting on Joanna's warm cheek. "You may consider that as much as you want. And I want you to know that I will support any decision you make. Just let me know. Don't hesitate." He smiled, yet his heart tightened as he found Joanna staring at him unblinkingly—a stare that carried a hint of unspoken questions.
He was a sinner. It was what his heart was screaming at him.
