The Pensive Gentleman のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 138

Angelica ~*Few days ago*~"You're..." Alex begins. He’s staring at me as though he's in a haze.“…way prettier than he described. Gorgeous,” the first girl blurts.“No,” the second, a blond girl, laughs, nudging the first girl aside. “She’s ridiculously gorgeous.”“Fine as fuck,” a guy joins in, earning three horrified looks.Heat rushes into my face and I press my lips together while they all laugh. All except Alex."Alex told us you were sick," the blond girl steps forward, reaching out for my hand. My first instinct is to take a step back, but I force myself to remain still. "Wait, are you sick?" Her arms stop just short of mine. I nod. She stylishly moves away."What's wrong?" The blond girl asks. The guy standing beside her looks at me, then behind me, at Gypsy and Ky, then he quickly straightens."Maybe you shouldn't ask her something so sensitive. She'll tell us at her own time," he says. The girls press their lips in small, tight, identical smiles and nod.I'd just survive

Angelica ~ “Where are you taking me?” I ask for what feels like the umpteenth time and get the same response I’ve been getting since this car started moving. No response. “Marciano?” I still stubbornly push ahead, because either way, I want an answer. Instead of saying less than ten words to me, he decides stepping on the gas is the better response. The sudden speed sends me flat against the car seat, my heart pounding with my lips still parted from saying his name. That taught me to remain silent. However, in less than twenty minutes we arrived at our destination—or what I think is the destination—an ordinary suburban house, not a mansion or a warehouse. Just a simple house. Marciano pulls over in the driveway and turns sideways to me. I expect him to say something now; to tell me why we’re here, who we’ve come to meet, because if we have come to such a cozy-looking house, I assume we’re here to meet someone. But Marciano doesn’t say a word. He simply gets out of

~~~~ Marina, along with Giuseppe's family, agreed to have an early funeral for him. Their reason being that he was sick and had suffered enough, they didn't want to cause him more suffering by letting him remain in a freezer for weeks while we prepare a lavish send-off party for him. It's our second day here and Marciano is already preparing to go to the church with the others. Unfortunately, I won't be tagging along with everyone. And I wish I could. But I really underestimated the entire D'Amato family and their influence here. There’s too many of them. I even thought far, wondering out loud what people would say if they didn't see Marciano's wife next to him. "I dare them to say it to my face," was his deathly response. I haven't said anything since. "There are bodyguards in the house, but don't move about freely until I return." Marciano stops right next to the bed and sits by the edge. "I'll come back to you right after the service." "What about the rest of the event

Marciano ~ "I'm in love with you, Marciano D'amato." My body goes numb. "Baby, if you're saying this because you think you owe—" She shakes her head. "I know what I felt for you even before you confessed. As I told you that day, I was overwhelmed. But I've had time to think about it, and let go of my hate and jealousy for your previous marriage to allow me to fully enjoy ours." My hands come up to cup her face, angling it to meet my face. "You know, I used to hate my name. I'd rather everyone call me Angie. But when you say it, I never want you to stop." "Oh really, Angelica? You like it when I call you Angelica?" She giggles, hitting my chest slightly and suddenly I feel complete. "I didn't think I would, Marciano, but I do. I love y—" I drink the rest of her words with my lips on hers in a split second. Her hands on my chest grip my shirt tight, raising herself on her tiptoes to get more comfortable. The kiss is fully charged, not neat or careful; it’s days of