“You had sad eyes and lost something very precious. Mr. Francesco. That eyes are telling me you angry with your loss and yet not able to come in terms with that. Grief will kill you slowly. You really need something very strong to get over it.”
He felt anger rising inside him. Her words are like acid that poured into his heart. He was broken. But that never came into his face. To the world he was Francesco Bianchi. The bad boy.
He can’t cry or consoled. He can’t be weak. But a woman in one single meeting read his eyes. His sadness and his pain which is least expected. No one was able to do that. He had hidden his pain in strong exterior. Even his family stopped caring for him. Let alone his sister in law Anna.
He need release. A strong one as Rosalie suggested. He need to get over Pas
