I reached the door and was about to ask a butler to bring me my coat when my husband, Luca Moretti, caught up with me."What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" he asked."It's nothing. I'm just tired and want to lie down for a while," I replied.Luca let out a sigh of relief, took my coat, and helped me put it on."The elders are still waiting for us to cut the Christmas cake together. If you wanted to leave, you should have told me first."The door opened, and a gush of cold air rushed inside.Luca took off his scarf and wrapped it around my neck. Then he told the guards to bring the car around to the entrance.Luca's friend, Marco Gallo, followed us. Luca turned to him and spoke in Valdorian."I've arranged the doctors and nurses for her, but she still insists on having me with her. See? I haven't even left, and she's already upset."Elena would never behave like this. Whenever she called, she was afraid of interrupting my work."I lowered my head and pulled my hair free fro
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