He continued, “You are my wife. Cristiano Vitelli’s wife. You could easily become the target of my enemies. Your safety will never be compromised.”
Cristiano Vitelli’s wife.
His wife.
The words echoed inside her. His tone was cold and matter-of-fact, but her hopelessly romantic heart clung to the hidden meaning—he was protecting her. For the first time, she felt a corner of his heart belonged to her.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, especially when her thoughts drifted back to what had happened between them in the bathroom. Flustered, she turned her face toward the window, hiding her blush from his gaze.
She didn’t even realize when the college gates appeared. He stopped the car but didn’t get out to open the door for her, as her hopelessly romantic heart had expected from her husband. Wi
