(Celeste Moretti’s POV) He carried me back inside and set me down on the sofa with the same calm efficiency he brought to everything. The fireplace cast warm amber light across the room, flickering softly against the walls. He crouched in front of me until we were eye level. For a long moment, Vincenzo said nothing at all. Then finally, in a low rough voice barely above a murmur, he spoke. “When the divorce judgment comes through,” he said quietly, “will you come with me to the registry office?” I blinked. The warmth from the champagne seemed to disappear instantly. I sat up straighter. “What did you just say?” He did not repeat himself. He only held my gaze steadily, completely unshaken, with an expression I had never seen on him before. It was not cold. Not calculated. Just certain. “I have never asked anyone this before,” he said. “And after you, I will never ask anyone else.” He paused briefly. “I want you. I need a wife. I want that person to be you.” His grey eyes s
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