Being astute, Raphael understood Elissa's distress. There was only one reason for it-she was deeply in love with him.

Elissa's heart felt heavy with sorrow.

But she couldn't spill the beans about her heartache. She had to swallow it down, every bitter drop.

Before the engagement, whispers about Raphael and Olivia had reached her and her family's ears.

Her family had urged her to think it over.

Yet, she was head over heels for Raphael and she was dead set on tying the knot with him.

She figured even if the rumors were true, they were ancient history...

She hoped he'd moved past it. Then today, catching the way he Looked at Olivia, she realized he might never shake her off.

Elissa felt utterly embarrassed.

She grabbed her robe, slipped it on, and murmured, "You should head back! I'm good!"

Raphael wasn't about to bail like that.

They'd just been intimate. He wouldn't ditch his fiancee like that.

He crouched down in front of her.

Looking into her eyes, he murmured, "Come on; let's go back to my place together! Elissa, we're engaged. It's okay for you spend the night at my place. I'll sort things out with your folks later."

Elissa stared back at him.

Raphael gently cradled her head in his hands. He whispered into her ear, "I hate seeing you sad! I promise, I won't ever let you down."

But his promise didn't lift Elissa's spirits.

Because his loyalty wasn't to her... but to Olivia.

Elissa asked softly, "Do you see us having kids?"

"Absolutely!" Raphael replied firmly. He tenderly brushed her cheek and vowed, "We'll have our own little one."

Her tears flowed once more.

If she didn't care about him so much, she wouldn't be so servile around him.

She had zero clue about what lay ahead for her if she chose to go down this road.

He draped the coat over her, ready to leave but she halted. "I'm not dressed properly. I can't go out like this!"