Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress
“In general, if something were to happen to you, he will become an empty shell of himself. You are his human kryptonite. The fresh air that fills his lungs. The-”
I hold up a hand. “I get it, Viktor,” I growl with a roll of my eyes. “The feeling is mutual,” I mutter, turning away from him, and I walk towards the kitchen with him not too far behind me.
As I step into the kitchen, Riccardo stands by the sink, gazing out of the window with his phone pressed to his ear as he talks in a whispering tone.
“Mi dispiace, I couldn't make contact with you earlier. Trust me. I wanted to.” He growls. “I thought about you the entire trip.”
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