"Mrs. Smith," Ramon said, his tone so cold, as he grabbed Giana's arm and pushed her away. Even though there was something inside him that said this woman's touch was familiar, but his rational mind was saying that this was not something he should be entertaining any longer.
Ignoring that feeling, Ramon released himself from Giana's embrace and stood up.
"Ramon?" Giana sat down on the sofa after Ramon pushed her, while wiping the tears streaming down her cheeks, she stared at the man who was now standing in front of her with an unfamiliar gaze. "What is wrong?"
"Mrs. Smith, I ask you to leave now," Ramon said very politely. However, under these circumstances, one would immediately know how serious the situation would be if the other person spoke in such a tone.
The more polite they talked, the worse the situation would be.
