While Betty and Logan discussed his career path with the Music Director of UE, Gerald was leading Hera and Rafael to Pavilion #1, a space specifically reserved for Hera’s use. Rafael was astounded to be brought to this exclusive Pavilion, a ce they had only glimpsed from a distance and never imagined seeing up close. It felt akin to how Dave and Leo had once experienced the restricted private room in the revolving restaurant. Now, Rafael had the chance to visit a location of simr prestige, marking a significant moment of ess and privilege alongside Hera.


    Rafael’s gaze narrowed as he nced down at Hera’s serene andposed face. She seemedpletely at ease, almost unaware of the significance of the Pavilion as she followed Gerald. Rafael began to question if his heightened sensitivity was a result of his recent self-reflection and newfound awareness, making him more perceptive of his surroundings and their deeper meanings.


    When they reached the door of Pavilion #1, Gerald came to a halt and turned to face them. To address Rafael’s unspoken concern, Gerald exined, "I brought you both here forplete privacy, so we can speak without any interruptions."


    Rafael’s eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a rush of confusion. "We?" he echoed, his mind racing to process the implications.


    "Yes, we. I, you, and Miss Ainsley," Gerald confirmed, a hint of a smug smirk ying at the corners of his mouth. "Is there a problem?" he added, his eyes glinting with amusement as he observed Rafael’s bewildered expression.


    "I-I thought..." Rafael stammered, his mind racing. He had anticipated a private lunch with just himself and Hera, hoping for a moment of intimacy despite the earlier ominous tone in Hera’s voice regarding his sister. The realization that others would be present, and Gerald’s evident amusement, made him feel as if his enthusiasm had been doused with cold water, extinguishing his hopes for a more personal interaction.


    Seeing that Rafael was on the verge of tears, Hera stepped in. "Let’s go, Rafael," she urged, taking his hand and leading him into the Pavilion. Gerald followed closely behind, struggling to suppress hisughter. He never imagined he would see the usually domineering and arrogant Rafael reduced to such a vulnerable state around his Young Miss.


    At that moment, Rafael had little control over his tear ducts. After his earlier outburst, it felt as though his tear ducts had malfunctioned; his eyes remained sensitive and prone to releasing tears whenever he felt aggrieved or disappointed, just as they were now.


    Despite feeling vulnerable, Rafael found sce in Hera’s response. The moment he disyed his aggrieved side, Hera stepped in to support him, just like a mother hen protecting its chicks. This small gesture of care reassured him that Hera genuinely cared about his feelings. Comforted by this realization, he chose to follow Hera quietly, avoiding any further fuss to prevent upsetting her.


    The moment they sat down, both Rafael and Hera took a moment to appreciate the pavilion they were in, it was luxurious and gave a sense of calm and wonder. And since it was just beside the man-madeke where lotus flowers were everywhere and many koi fishes and even a swan were swimming around just really made a picturesque romantic feel.


    They could see exquisite ceramic disys and ancient paintings, each worth millions, adorning the space. Even Rafael could sense the care and dedication that went into creating this special ce. It was no wonder it was said to be reserved for the Avery Heiress, and with the rumors circting that this establishment was also Avery’s property, he was beginning to believe them.