Miranda's point of view
The drive home was extremely silent. None of us said a word or even glanced each other's way—we were both just in our feelings.
He alighted from the car the minute the driver stopped in front of the villa and held the door for me, but I didn't use that and decided to go through the other door.
I heard him sigh and he followed me.
"What is your problem? Why were you acting so weird?" I asked immediately we stepped foot in the living room.
"That wasn't weird. I was just trying to protect you," he said.
"Well, I don't need your protection!" I snapped.
He tilted his head. "What?"
"You're supposed to trust me, Vincenzo."
"I trust you..."
"No, you don't. You wouldn't have been overprotective if you trusted that I can take care of myself. I'm not a child, Vincenzo. I know what I'm doing!"
He stared speechlessly at me for a moment. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists, then nodded slowly.
"I know you can protect yourself, but I can't help it, baby." His voice was c
