Lorenzo's POV
After leaving Loretta's side, I made my way towards my study to get some work done as I had been slacking off recently.
Several times, I found myself drifting off for a moment all because of Loretta.
The scars and the sad drawing was a clear indication of all the hard times she had gone through in the hands of her family and this made me pity her even more.
My instincts which were never wrong had been bugging me ever since I saw her lying on the cattle dung.
“Loretta isn't his precious daughter, why did he decide to marry her off to me?" I pondered, my chin resting on my hand.
Did he do this to punish her? — I thought, creating a scenario in my head.
“What if we team up and punish him instead." I muttered only to shake the thought off.
Trusting people was hard
