MasukAdriana left the sanatorium and took a taxi to the hotel.The room was dimly lit. She didn't turn on the lights, only sat alone by the window as Chris's frail, sickly appearance replayed in her mind, leaving a heavy pressure in her chest.Knock, knock, knock—Someone was at the door.Snapping out of her thoughts, she got up and opened it."Hey, Oliver.""Come have dinner with me. I know a local specialty restaurant nearby. The food's pretty good."Oliver had just showered and changed into clean casual clothes. A faint scent of body wash lingered around him.Adriana agreed readily. "Sure."The worse her mood was, the more she felt she should eat properly.Since the restaurant was only about a kilometer from the hotel, they decided to walk.Unlike the oppressive heat of the daytime, the cool night breeze brushed against them, sweeping away the weight of the entire day and leaving them refreshed.Walking on Adriana's left, Oliver smiled and asked, "So when are you planning to
"I have a car. Let me drive you to the sanatorium later.""That won't be necessary. Thank you, Oliver."Adriana had no idea what Chris looked like now. She didn't want anyone else witnessing her vulnerable side.Oliver didn't insist and instead asked, "Have you booked a hotel yet?""Not yet."Adriana wasn't picky about accommodations. Originally, she had planned to book a room somewhere near the sanatorium."I'll send you the address of my hotel. You can stay there tonight, and tomorrow we can attend the conference together."Oliver took out his phone and sent her the address."Alright."Adriana clicked the link he sent and booked herself a single room.After sitting and chatting a little longer following lunch, the two parted ways at the restaurant.Oliver returned to the hotel while Adriana headed for the sanatorium.Before coming, she had already contacted Chris's mother, Anna. By the time Adriana arrived, Anna was already waiting outside for her."Is it convenient for
Because the matter lingered in her mind, Adriana woke early the next morning.She was still lying in Francesco's arms.Carefully, she tried prying his arm away, attempting to slip free from his embrace.Unexpectedly, before they had fully separated, the person behind her stirred. The arm wrapped around her loosened, and Francesco turned over to face the other side of the bed, continuing to sleep as though completely unaware of everything.Adriana quietly let out a breath of relief and crept out of bed to wash up in the bathroom.The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, the man on the bed opened his eyes.Francesco lifted an arm and revealed an expression of utter disappointment in himself.Clearly, before sleeping, the two of them had stayed rigidly on opposite sides of the bed. Yet, he had woken up to find himself holding her in his arms.And judging from their position, he had obviously been the one who initiated it.Still half-asleep, Adriana finished washing up and quiet
"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
"It's snowing."The sky had been brooding all day, and at last, late into the night, delicate flakes began to drift downward.Adriana let go of Francesco, palms lifted, chasing the falling snow. The flakes were thin and light—melting instantly against her warm hands. She reached, cupped them, then
Adriana tilted her head back and let out a deep breath.Whenever her mother was mentioned, her nose tingled, her eyes pricked with tears. She forced a wry smile, staring straight at Chris, ignoring the redness around her eyes."You almost made me lose my mother's keepsake. It was Neo who got it fo
Adriana strode out of the exhibition hall, inhaling the crisp evening air. Her mind immediately cleared.It was still early, so she decided to head back to the lab. The research on the walking aid she was developing for Chris had hit a bottleneck, and the stack of materials she had prepared was wai
Francesco rose and sank into the sofa. "Sit."Adriana took the seat across from him. "May I ask what kind of meeting this is?"The clock pointed to eleven. Most of the office staff had already left. She suspected his intentions weren't about the meeting at all, but about cornering her.Francesco'







