Araceli POV
After I had put Valeria and Essel to sleep, I gingerly walked out of the room.
When I saw Raphael, I froze.
Raphael was standing in the hallway on the second floor, staring at a painting on the wall.
Raphael gazed intently at a painting. The side of his face was perfect and had me mesmerized. His deep brown eyes revealed a wisdom and sensitivity, as if he could see every detail and meaning hidden in the painting.
Suddenly, I felt a wonderful empathy forming between him and me, as if I could feel his thoughts.
He frowned slightly and asked me, "Why are you still awake?"
I came back to my senses and didn't know what to say.
It was only ten o'clock at night.
I was not a child, so why should I go to bed so early?
Raphael said calmly, "I just had a little chat with your son."
I was a little surprised, but I played it cool, walked past him and headed downstairs.