Just as Vincenzo was about to step out, Seraphina’s sudden question stopped him in his tracks.
“What is the password?” she asked, still burying herself under the sheet, her voice muffled yet sharp with suspicion.
“‘S’ pattern and Seraven, file password,” he replied casually.
“What? Seraven?” she repeated while sitting up, her brows knitted in confusion.
“Seraphina plus Vincenzo equals Seraven,” he explained with a smirk tugging on his lips.
“Seraven? I don’t like the name,” she scowled. Within seconds, he was back on the bed, hovering near her with mischief in his eyes.
“Hey… mm. Why are you erupting like a volcano? I was only kidding,” she mumbled while biting her lip cutely, trying to hide her embarrassment.
“Oh really? Just kidding?” he chuckled, his deep laugh filling the room a
