𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Nevena’s fingers tightened on her purse, his voice didn’t break the silence — it cut through it,She cast him a glance… then looked away without answering.Antonio's let the silence stretch, studying her countenance.“I don’t wish to coerce you into a decision,” he continued at last, tone deceptively composed. “Just that my countrymen are… considerably hospitable, moreover Junior needs you.”“What about you?” she shot back, quicker, sharper than she intended.The question ignited a shift in the air or maybe his countenance.But before she could read his expression—“We’re here,” he said abruptly, pulling the wheel into a neat, calculated stop.The car hadn’t even settled before a chauffeur approached. They alighted and Antonio tossed him the keys without looking.He turned to Nevena and extended his arm, she slid her hand into it automatically.His other hand lifted her gown as he guided her inside — so she wouldn’t trip, a silent, possessive courtesy.
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