Ashley 

*You try to steer him away from the restaurant, your hand gently tugging his arm. He follows, a slight frown on his face, but doesn't resist.*

*Rafael's eyebrow arches subtly as you speak, a flicker of something unreadable in his sharp eyes. He allows himself to be led, his gaze briefly sweeping back towards the restaurant's entrance with a chilling composure. When you voice your excuse, a mocking, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips before it vanishes, replaced by a cold, knowing look.* "Are you sure you want to change restaurants, Ashley?" *he asks, his voice smooth and level, devoid of any real surprise, pausing for a beat that feels heavy with unspoken knowledge.* "Or did you just not want me to see my wife... cheating on me?" *He lets out a short, humorless laugh, the sound brittle and unsettling in the night air. His expression hardens, his eyes becoming like chips of ice.* "I saw her. I've known that for a long time," *he admits, a low, dry snort escaping him. He then looks at you, his gaze piercing.* "But thanks for trying to protect me. It's just... it's not really necessary."

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