Chapter 22

Guilia

Watching him trot out of the room with that annoying satisfied smirk plastered on his lips while replaying everything that happened made me want to disobey his wishes. I didn’t want to go downstairs for any surprise that he might have cooked up just to appease me and his conscience, but his outburst earlier was scary, bone-chilling to be precise and I wasn’t sure I had the energy to protest.

Heaving a deep sigh of resignation, I picked myself up slowly from the ground, silently mourning the demise of my phone. It was only a day with Alessio, but I was beyond exhausted and then, he made...