Rafe's POV
We reached home. Just as we stepped out of the vehicle, Fluffy came towards us, barking, almost jumping on Eira.
My hand moved to her back to keep her steady and warned the overly excited dog. "You better be careful around her, or I will cut that wagging tail of yours."
Fluffy clearly understood my warning and cooed pitifully, shrinking to her side.
Eira petted his head gently. "It's alright, Fluffy."
She was still far from smiling or showing any visible happy expressions on her face, but at least she talked, and there was ease in her actions.
"You need to rest a little," I told her, "Also, eat something… sweet maybe… You will feel better."
Surprisingly, she didn't deny my suggestion and followed me inside the home, with Fluffy tailing behind us. When I entered, only Kael was in the drawing room, still working on his laptop and busy on the meeting call.
He had his eyes on us through the wall-size glass window since the moment we arrived, but he continued his work.
