Chapter Thirty-Two.

Adriano's P O V.

The heavy and bitter taste of regret lingered in my throat the entire afternoon and all I did was brush through my hair in frustration with my fingers as I paced about my office unsure of how best to eliminate the strong emotion.

I really shouldn't feel this way. She called it upon herself when she dared to slap me.

Not a soul has ever had the effrontery nor the nerve to even so much as think about it. Yet, she did it without hesitation.

I should be pissed!

I should have her severely punished! but whenever I feel anger stirring up inside of me, I get reminded of the weak look in her eyes when I gripped her throat.

Her eyes silently pleaded for mercy but I was too adamant to listen and now it haunts me.

I convinced myself if she didn't have my wife's face, I wouldn't feel a bit remorse. Not even in the slightest.

Thanks to that face of hers, she gets away with a lot of things around here.

"Boss?" I heard a voice call from right inside my office and my head sn