A week went by.Just as Enzo said, he kept showing up almost every day. Sometimes in the morning, sometimes at dusk. Occasionally, he brought flowers or a box of chocolates—all things I used to like.Back then, his tenderness and care were a luxury I couldn't beg for, even if I tried. Now, he was dumping it all in my lap at once. I didn't feel happy. Instead, the irony was suffocating.Vito, on the other hand, stayed cool about it. Every time he ran into Enzo, he didn't get worked up. He would greet him like a gentleman, then casually take me away.Naturally, Enzo's mood worsened by the day.Bellamy came around a few times too, using apologizing as an excuse, trying to get close to me again. I couldn't be bothered. Every time, I had the maid send her packing.Two weeks later, Teresa heard about the drama and came to see me in person.She took my hand, her tone warm. "Rossella, has Vito been nice to you? If he gives you a hard time, tell me. I'll straighten him out."I laughed,
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