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Chapter 43
Emiliana
It was the following morning and I had time to think over the events of yesterday. Giovanni’s truthful but hurtful words resonated with me. I had kept quiet ever since we entered the apartment, I hadn’t responded to his apology. In turn, I hadn’t been able to sleep that night, partly due to the fact that Luciano had returned, and the fact that Giovanni hadn’t taken up his post as my sleep keeper that night.
I knew it was a matter of time before Luciano would make a reappearance, however, it still shook me to the core. I was unprepared and as much as I tried to remain resilient in front of Giovanni, I was a mess inside.
I wasn’t greeted with my usual coffee that morning either. It was like he was punishing me for something I had not done yet or waiting for things between us to turn much swe
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