บททั้งหมดของ Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Luigi’s POVAn hour later, Willow and I were seated on the yacht. Her jaw dropped when she saw it.“You didn’t tell me it’s a mega yacht,” she’d said, stunned.The yacht had been in our family for a long time, and I supposed it could be considered a mega yacht. It had five bedrooms on the lower deck, with two master suites. There was a spacious formal dining room inside, and a more casual eating area on the open air top deck. The top deck also housed a hot tub. Willow seemed especially interested in the living room, complete with a plush sectional couch and large flat screen TV.All in, the yacht took roughly five employees to run when we took it out for day trips. If we were going on a longer excursion though, say a couple weeks or so, that increased to about ten.Today, we only had one server, a few deck hands, the chef, and the captain, of course, since we were just taking it out for the afternoon.“This is stunning,” Willow said, her face delighted as the yacht moved out into the o

Luigi’s POVThere was never a woman as beautiful as my Willow under the soft glow of the moonlight that night. We walked along, hand in hand, my heart racing and my mouth dry. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect night if I’d tried. The air was still, and the fresh scent of the vines surrounded us.When we were about halfway down the vines, I decided this was as good a place as any. My stomach was doing flip flops, my palms sweaty as my nerves grew.But when I stopped and turned to face her, all my nervousness just melted away. Looking into her eyes, I knew I was looking into my future, and I finally understood the love my own parents had shared.The moment we got home from the yacht, I snuck upstairs to my mother’s room. She still wasn’t looking very well, her eyes locked on an episode of her favorite soap opera. She had a hot water bottle on her stomach, claiming that it still hurt.Seeing me, she clicked off the TV and patted the bed beside her. I sat down and took her hands in

Luigi’s POVWatching her run away from me, my heart broke. She’d looked like she was having some sort of panic attack. But why?We were in love. This was the natural progression.Unless…She didn’t want to marry me?But that’s not what she’d said. She’d said, ‘I don’t know’, and then turned and bolted away, back up towards the house.Her frame got smaller and smaller as I stood, the ring in my hand, stunned. It was more than an hour before I made my way back inside. She was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, looking calm and composed.“What happened out there?” I asked her.She fixed me with her eyes and inhaled a deep breath.“It’s not that I don’t love you, Luigi. Because I do. It’s just…complicated. And I wasn’t expecting this. I need…time. To think.”It wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. By now, I thought we’d be drinking champagne, toasting to our future together. But what could I do? Her face was crestfallen. Not wanting to inflict any pain on her, I crossed the room and sat bes

Willow’s POV“Well, what do you think?” Luigi asked, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes. We were standing in a large building in town, with floor to ceiling windows. “It’s for sale. It could be yours. The perfect place to run your company.”I knew what Luigi was doing. He was trying to persuade me to agree to his proposal by buying me a building in town. I could see right through his thinly veiled plan.All day, we’d been trekking around, from a tour of the private school (which actually was quite beautiful), to a quaint little café for lunch, and now here, to this building. The town was charming, I had to admit. Not nearly the size of San Francisco, but it was a fair size. Plus, it was pretty close to Rome.The past three days had gone by in a blur, and despite Luigi’s best attempts to win me over and make me fall in love with Italy, I was no closer to making a decision. We were still waiting for a verdict on the will, and Ava was still sick. In fact, I was starting to get a bi

Luigi’s POVMaybe it was the pent up emotion over losing my father, or maybe it was the fact that Willow hadn’t accepted my proposal, but for whatever reason, something inside of me snapped the moment I heard Logan’s name.Willow was on the veranda, talking to her ex-husband? But why? I struggled to understand, and the look on her face told me that she felt guilty, like she’d just been caught doing something she shouldn’t be doing.She told Logan she had to go, her eyes on mine as she hung up the phone.“Luigi,” she said, coming towards me. But I stepped back. “I had to call him. He’s Leo’s father and he had a right to know I was thinking about moving to Italy.”“Is that all it was?” I asked. Jealousy swarmed through me. I knew in my heart that she had to tell Logan, but I wasn’t in my right mind. Pictures of the two of them together filled my mind.“Are you seriously asking me that?” Willow asked, affronted by my question.“I guess I am,” I snapped back at her. In the back of my mind,