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For a moment, I simply stared at her, trying to process what I'd just heard."Excuse me?"“Don't act so innocent.” Her lips curled in disgust as she looked me up and down. “I've seen plenty of women like you, and I know exactly what you're after. But let me make one thing clear: I won't let you sink your claws into my son.” I slowly sat up, pushing my hair away from my face. My eyes were still heavy with sleep, and it took me a moment to focus on her.“Ma'am, I don't know what impression you've formed of me or where you got it from, but let me make one thing clear. I'm not the kind of woman you're accusing me of being, and I'm certainly not after your son. And second, your son is a grown man. If you have a problem with his choices, perhaps you should take it up with him instead of barging in here and calling me names.”Her eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting me to answer back."How dare you speak to me like that?"I let out a disbelieving sigh."You're the one who woke me up
“What about Gianna's family?” I asked. “Didn't they try to find her?” I paused, then added, “Perhaps they knew where she was. After all, when someone has nowhere else to turn, their family is usually the one place they can find comfort.”Nico pressed his lips together, as if holding something back. “We don't know,” he answered flatly.“Come on. Don't tell me you didn't keep an eye on them,” I scoffed. “You must have investigated.”He let out a quiet breath, looking at me with an expression that made it seem as though he was wondering how I'd guessed.“Isn't it obvious?” I remarked, lifting my brows.“When Gianna disappeared, the boss ordered us to turn over every stone to find her. We even traced her parents' phone records to see if they'd tried contacting their daughter. But there was nothing. No calls, no messages. We couldn't find any record of her leaving the city either.”My eyebrows shot up as a thought struck me. “So, perhaps she was still in the city?”“Six years, Ms. Sinclair
Nico's expression didn't change, but he looked away, as if trying to hide his embarrassment.“I've arranged a suite for you next to the boss's room. You can rest there,” he said.I glanced at my watch. It was past midnight, but sleep was the last thing on my mind.“I'd rather sit here and have a coffee,” I replied.He nodded, quickly pulled out his phone, and ordered one of his men to bring us coffee.“Anything else?” he asked, still on the phone.I shook my head. “Just coffee.”He gave the final instructions, then ended the call and slipped his phone away.“It'll be here in five minutes,” he told me.I nodded.“Are you busy?” I asked, though it was probably a silly question at this hour. No one was supposed to be working in the middle of the night. But knowing who Leone was and that Nico was his assistant, I wanted to be sure before making another request.“No!” he answered immediately. “Just tell me what you need.”“Sit here with me for a while,” I asked.He hesitated for a moment be
“Excuse me!” I hissed, planting my hands on my hips. “Are you telling me I'm being held captive against my will? I saved your boss, and you kidnapped me just to bring me here? Now I can't even go home?”“I'm sorry, Ms. Sinclair, but the boss isn't in good condition. I'm only asking you to stay until he's stable.”“Then call his fiancée,” I snapped, glaring at him. “I'm sure she can keep him entertained much better than I can.”Naya Valenti was in town, so why couldn't she take care of him?Nico let out a tired sigh.“Ms. Naya already left. Leone refused to see her. He only demanded that you stay.”“Demanded that I stay?” My forehead creased. “What is he, five? Does he think everyone has to jump whenever he makes a demand?”I watched silently as Nico closed his eyes, his jaw tightening. A look of despair crossed his face before he opened his eyes again and turned his dark gaze toward me."You've seen it for yourself. He doesn't listen to anyone but you," he said, his voice low and frust
I stared at him, utterly speechless. “You…” I started to yell, ready to curse him out, but before I could finish, he gave my hand a sudden tug. I lost my balance and landed on the bed beside him, on the side opposite his IV stand. Before I could even sit up, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. “Baby, I'm sleepy. Please let me hold you. I don't have the strength to fight with you.” I clenched my teeth. He didn't have the strength, huh? He looked perfectly strong enough to trap me in his steel-like embrace. I lay there against my will, but for some reason, I wasn't nearly as angry with him as I wanted to be. Nor did I feel unsafe in his arms. Soon, I heard soft snores behind me. I turned my head and found him fast asleep. Perhaps the sedatives the doctors had given him along with his medication had finally helped him rest. I studied his sleeping face. He looked so relaxed. The usual frown was gone, and the softness in his features made him look less int
“Mrs. Romano,” the doctor began hesitantly. “You need to be careful. Mr. Romano shouldn't be doing anything strenuous right now. He needs complete rest, and any physical exertion could put his recovery at risk.”My eyes widened as I processed his warning. What exactly did he mean? Oh God, they saw us kissing! And there I was, sitting so comfortably on Leone's lap, with his arms wrapped around me. They must have gotten the wrong idea! Leone was the one who had kissed me by force. But now they were blaming me? As if I were the one seducing him and tempting him into engaging in sexual activity despite his condition! I immediately tried to push him away and get off his lap, but his arms only tightened around my waist, keeping me firmly in place. I glared at him, but he remained completely indifferent to my protests.“No, it's not—” I tried to explain, but he cut me off with a low growl directed at the doctor.“Shut up. Do you think you have the fucking right to tell my wife what she can







