Masuk"Fine. We'll stay in the same room," Francesco said.Those words worked like miracle medicine. Scott recovered instantly, his face blooming with satisfaction."That's more like it."Scott patted Adriana's hand kindly. "Adriana, work a little harder so I can hold my great-grandchild sooner."Adriana's face flushed red. She stammered awkwardly, completely at a loss for words.Fortunately, Scott didn't continue teasing them and simply urged them to get some rest.After Bianca had settled down to sleep, Adriana dragged her feet reluctantly toward the bedroom.This room had once belonged to her and Francesco at the Stanley residence, yet now she felt like an outsider trespassing in someone else's space.Francesco had already showered and changed into pajamas. Reclining against the bed, he was focused on something on his tablet.The top two buttons of his pajama shirt were undone, revealing glimpses of firm muscle beneath his straight collarbones.When Adriana emerged from the bath
Adriana let out a soft laugh. Slowly, she walked up to Francesco, rose onto her toes, and lifted a hand to hook beneath his chin."Francesco, don't regret it."Francesco curled his lips into a faint smile. Catching her hand, he squeezed it firmly.His blue eyes resembled a tranquil lake beneath spring sunlight—glimmering softly, impossibly deep."I never regret anything."Adriana lowered her gaze with a smile and withdrew her hand.Outwardly, she appeared calm and composed, but inside, she had no certainty at all.Facing the immensely powerful Este family, she didn't know how far she could truly go.She no longer had the heart to read academic papers, so she leaned against the window and watched the rain instead.The rainfall was thick, draping the lush greenery outside in a thin veil of mist, elegant and fresh.That evening, the three of them went together to the Stanley residence for dinner.Richard was absent. When Scott saw Francesco, his face immediately darkened, but t
"I'll be waiting anytime."Oliver nodded with a smile, then turned to Francesco."Francesco, whenever you're free, I'd like to treat you and Adriana to dinner.""No need," Francesco replied coolly. "We'll be returning to Mitaly soon."Adriana hurriedly smoothed things over. "Oliver, we'll talk again later."The group parted ways in the underground parking garage. Not long after getting into the car, Bianca fell asleep.Unable to hold back any longer, Adriana demanded, "Francesco, why are you targeting Oliver?"Francesco countered, "Does it upset you to see him treated badly?"Adriana clenched her fists in anger. "He never offended you. What happened to all your gentlemanly manners?"Francesco still refused to answer directly. Instead, he pressed on, "Adriana, are you protecting him?"The tension between them sharpened instantly, neither willing to back down.Adriana narrowed her eyes slightly. "And what about you? Are you jealous?"Francesco let out a low laugh. "When are y
Only after the car entered the underground parking garage of the old shopping mall did the noise around them gradually quiet down.It was a weekday, and with the rain falling outside, the mall was sparsely populated.The three of them entered the Gorlenza restaurant. Adriana seated Bianca on the inside, while she took the seat beside her.Francesco sat across from them and picked up the tablet to order food.Less than ten minutes later, Oliver arrived.Seeing that Francesco and Bianca were there as well, he smiled awkwardly."Sorry I'm late."Adriana smiled. "We just got here too. Oliver, have a seat and order."Standing beside Francesco, Oliver said somewhat awkwardly, "Francesco, could I trouble you to move inward a little?""I prefer sitting on the outside."Francesco stood up and let Oliver take the inner seat.Adriana pressed her lips together in a faint smile. Though Francesco could be infuriating, he truly treated Bianca well. Knowing she wanted to be friends with Oli
"Sure. If you like it, it's yours."The checkers set was a special Tom and Jerry edition—Tom on one side, Jerry on the other. Chris had given it to her when she was eleven or twelve. Because it had been expensive, she could never bear to throw it away and had kept it all these years.Near noon, Francesco finally emerged from his room. His posture was lazy, his expression still heavy with sleep.Out of concern, Adriana asked, "Are you not feeling well?""No." Francesco poured himself a glass of water at the dispenser. "Bianca, I'll take you out for lunch.""Yay!" Bianca cheered. "Go change your clothes."Bianca immediately set down the checkers pieces and happily ran to her room to get changed.Holding his glass of water, Francesco stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Adriana's reflection appeared faintly in the glass as she sat on the sofa putting away the checkers set.Her slender frame was wrapped in a white slip dress, long hair cascading loosely over her should
"If they're garbage, then don't keep them in a drawer. Just throw them away."Adriana's expression remained calm, as though the photos were nothing more than empty packaging boxes. Pretty to look at, but ultimately useless.Francesco clearly hadn't expected that reaction from her. His brows knitted slightly, and his long fingers curled tightly for a moment before every trace of emotion dissolved into a cold laugh.Adriana turned toward Bianca, who was dozing against the sofa, and softened her tone."Bianca, do you want to sleep alone or with me?""With you.""Alright, then we'll sleep in the master bedroom."When Adriana came home earlier, she had only prepared the master bedroom. She told Bianca to shower first, then pulled a set of bedding from the cabinet and stuffed it into Francesco's hands."There are no servants in my home, so I'm afraid you'll have to make your own bed."Francesco accepted the bedding without a word and went to prepare the guest room himself.After sh
Dean's words struck Joan right where it hurt. She flung the binoculars in her hand to the floor."It's only been one day and two nights, and they already found her. You've disappointed me."Dean stubbed out his cigar and fixed her with a serious look. "Joan, don't tell me you were planning to use
If this were about money, Adriana had been missing for nearly two days. Chris's payment should have arrived by now—unless the price they demanded was one even he couldn't afford.The men guarding her remained silent throughout.Adriana felt despair settle in. Their professionalism was unmistakable
Chris frowned, eyes flicking between Adriana, Oliver on her left, and Francesco on her right.Oliver hurriedly explained, "Mr. Este is my guest. We're collaborating on a project."He had long sensed a tension between Chris and Francesco. It seemed the feeling was mutual—Francesco didn't look favor
Grandma Rosie had once told Adriana she dreamed of Adriana's parents, Roger and Samantha, imploring her to take care of Adriana. To be entrusted is to be faithful. Adriana's sense of responsibility toward Chris likely stemmed from the influence of Grandma Rosie throughout her childhood.She crouc







