Siena wasn’t really angry; she just wanted to see her husband’s reaction. She was enjoying watching Cristiano go speechless for once—just like he always managed to leave her when they were alone in their bedroom.
“You just escaped your punishment today, my husband,” Siena teased in a mock-cold tone.
Cristiano turned toward her, his brows knitting together. Siena fought to keep a straight face before adding, “If you hadn’t shown up, you’d be paying for yelling at your wife—trust me.”
Punishment? For Cristiano Vitelli? Interesting.
The thought made a faintly sarcastic smile tug at his lips as he turned to her.
“And what punishment did you have in mind, mia moglie?” he asked, his tone smooth but edged with amusement.
Her lips twitched, the corners threatening to give her away. “You woul
