บททั้งหมดของ From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

(Author's POV)Tiziana kept her eyes on her plate as she answered. "She's been difficult to reach. She's busy.""You said you'd try.""I did try."Stefano stared at her for a long moment, waiting for her to look up, but she kept her eyes lowered. He finally pushed his chair back and stood."Then I'll go myself."That morning, Stefano drove to Vitale Group International's headquarters and gave his name to the receptionist at the front desk. She made a phone call, spoke briefly to someone, and then told him that someone would be down to see him shortly.He waited in the lobby for two hours before they finally moved him to a meeting room. No one explained the delay, and Stefano did not ask. He simply sat there, growing more impatient with every passing minute.At noon, Celeste went down to the café on the ground floor to get some coffee. She crossed through the parking structure on her way back and suddenly stopped when she saw a familiar car.She recognized it immediately. It was dark,

(Celeste Moretti’s POV)Vincenzo’s pen stopped moving.Stefano stepped forward and said something quietly, only two words. Vincenzo turned and looked at me. I was sitting in one of the corridor chairs with my arms folded over my stomach, staring at the floor. Then he looked back at Stefano. He watched him for a long moment, and something changed in his expression before he quietly lowered his head and rewrote the referral.I remembered.The forty minutes after the blood was drawn felt like the longest forty minutes of my life. I sat in the small waiting room and tried not to think too much. The fluorescent light above me kept humming, and someone down the hall was talking on the phone. I kept looking at the door, waiting for Vincenzo to come back with the results.When Vincenzo finally returned with the report, he did not say anything at first. He simply looked at me. His face gave nothing away. I could not tell if the results were good or bad. He only had that same calm, unreadable e

Author's POV Vincenzo led Celeste into the living room with the kind of care that made it obvious he had been waiting for her. He stayed close as she greeted everyone, making sure she was comfortable. Guglielmo welcomed her warmly and asked how she had been. Celeste answered each question with a gentle smile, speaking calmly even though she was still feeling overwhelmed by everything that had happened that day. Vincenzo stood quietly beside her while his father gave all his attention to her and completely ignored him. A few moments later, Eleanor walked in from the sitting room next door. She looked as though she had just woken from a short nap because she was still straightening her cardigan. The moment she saw Celeste, her face lit up. She hurried over, took both of Celeste's hands, and guided her to the sofa. "Come and sit beside me," Eleanor said warmly. As soon as they sat down, she studied Celeste's face with concern. "You've lost weight again. I can see it clearly. Are you

(Celeste's POV)"You got lucky," I said."I always do," Vincenzo replied with a smile. He adjusted his hold on me as if carrying me weighed nothing at all and continued walking. "Taking care of my wife is my responsibility. There's nothing for you to feel embarrassed about.""I'm not embarrassed.""You've been staring at my collar for the last thirty seconds."I hadn't even realized I was doing it.I quickly turned my face away, but that only made me feel even more embarrassed.He carried me all the way to the dining room without putting me down.The table had already been prepared with all my favourite meals. There was roasted chicken, fresh crusty bread, and a bowl of broth that smelled of thyme and garlic. At the far end of the table sat a pan-seared salmon covered in cream sauce. The moment we got close, the smell reached me.It wasn't strong, but something about it made my stomach turn.I pressed my lips together and tried not to react.Vincenzo noticed immediately.He didn't ask

(Celeste's POV) "Of course," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. I saved my file, picked up my badge, and followed Carlo out of the office without looking at anyone. The moment the door closed behind us, I could almost feel the silence in the department breaking. Vincenzo's office was on the executive floor. As soon as I pushed the door open, the smell of food reached me first. There was roasted chicken with herbs, something creamy with mushrooms, and fresh bread. A proper meal had been prepared and placed on the small dining table beside the window. My irritation dropped by half immediately. "Your mother sent all this?" I asked. "She had it delivered at eleven." Vincenzo was already pulling out a chair for me. "Sit down." I sat, and he ladled soup into my bowl. It was a thick cream of wild mushroom soup, still hot, and he placed it carefully in front of me. "You're going to do this every day, aren't you?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. "The cafeteria