บททั้งหมดของ The Pensive Gentleman: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Angelica “Angie! You’re here!” Bella squeals, a bright smile on her face as she reaches out to touch me. But the contact never happens as her movements are restricted due to the people crowding her; her makeup artist and others.“Of course I’m here,” I move forward, offering her a smile of my own. Her eyes are red and slightly swollen, like she’s been crying before, and her makeup artist is massaging the area with two cold spoons. Still, I ask.“Did you cry?” I place my arm on her shoulder. Her smile falters for a split second, then she shakes her head, her eyes darting to the people around her.I immediately understand that she doesn’t want to speak while we have company.“You’re very gorgeous though. I mean look at you!” She says, assessing me, then she looks up at her makeup artist.“My makeup must be better than hers! You hear me? Everyone must know I’m the bride.” Everyone bursts out laughing, while I shake my head, giving her a little squeeze.The door to the large room we’re

Angelica I wake to a slight splotch of red on the pillow Marciano is supposed to be sleeping on. But he’s not here.I didn’t expect he’d be, not after how he behaved after that call last night.In real time I watched his body go still like a statue made of stone, and it looked like he wasn’t breathing until he dropped the call, after which he practically jumped out of the bed, put on some clothes, and left the room.I could only stare at the space he left behind in disbelief, because not only was he injured from the altercation with Ronan, but we were having a moment.Thinking about it now, a fresh wave of embarrassment floods through my skin down to the tip of my fingers, because that was the first time I ever made the firstmove with him. I’d initiated the kiss, but that’s not all I wanted to do. I was going to… I shake the memory away.My eyes land on the blood stain on the pillow again and I lick my lips. I really shocked myself yesterday. I’d been all over the place after my

Angelica “Who were you talking to?” I rise to my feet, stealing a glance at my phone before meeting Marciano’s gaze again with my heart hammering against my ribcage. I swallow. “My friend from school.” He walks in, his eyes steady on me as he approaches the wide mahogany desk. “Your friend from school,” he repeats slowly. I nod. “I didn’t know you were back already.” He stops right in front of me, the only thing separating us being the desk. He leans on it, coming head to head with me. Hazel eyes search mine. “I just returned,” he says in a quieter voice, but it only makes his baritone richer. His eyes then leave my face, dropping to the desk, to my laptop and notes that are sprawled open. “You seem busy.” “Well, I have the exam this afternoon so…” I trail off, but he nods and stands straight, bringing his large hand to the side of my face. He cups it, his thumb smoothing out my cheeks softly. “I’ll see you after your exam,” he says, and my brows furrow. Of

Angelica ~ “Fuck, Angelica!” Marciano grunts, taking a step back. His hands are resting on my shoulder and he’s breathing hard. “I want to kiss you,” I confess. His eyes darken, but he shakes his head. “I do,” I persist. A few seconds pass by and whatever restraint, whatever self-control he was holding on to, snaps. He turns around and yanks the tablecloth off the table, taking down with it the bottle of wine and wine glasses that were sitting there. I freeze as I watch him. I don’t say a word. I can’t say a word. With the table now cleared, he yanks me backward, until I’m lying flat on the table, my legs in the air. He suddenly appears between them, a sly look on his face, but his eyes are dark like the night outside. I raise myself with my elbows digging into the table, my eyes locked on him, watching his every movement, trying to gauge what he’s going to do. He grabs my ankles, pulling me closer to him and a gasp falls from my lips. His palms skim my legs slow

Marciano ~“…and I’ll go down in history as the man who went on the shortest honeymoon ever,” Sergio is saying as I step into my office.“You should be happy you ever got to go at all. All you do is complain like you haven’t been fucking the same pussy for years,” Leo fires, and Sergio hisses, instantly grabbing Leo by his collar.“Touch each other again,” I say quietly, “and I’ll have both of you cleaning blood off these floors before the sun sets.” I slide my hands into my pants, pinning them with a glare.They release each other, smoothing out their respective clothing.“It seems I must remind you that we’re in the middle of a war right now.”“No, Don,” they chorus.With a deep breath, I go around the desk and sit, planting my elbows into the desk with my fingers interlocked. “So?” Leo clears his throat. “We couldn’t find the person who sent the message. It was too cryptic.” I take a deep breath before he can finish speaking, my irritation heightening.“But, we found something,”