Matteo POV
Matteo quietly slid back into bed behind Elizabeth. She was still asleep after he’d gotten back from his meeting. Feeling his warmth, Elizabeth instinctively crawled against him, her body melting into his—fitting perfectly, as if she’d been made for him.
He watched her breath softly, her eyes closed, as she seemed lost in a peaceful dream—and Matteo had made sure she would be able to dream peacefully from now on.
Earlier that morning
“Mr. De Luca?” Charles Livingstone’s brows furrowed in confusion as he answered the door.
“Mr. Livingstone, I trust this early hour isn’t an inconvenience?” Matteo’s tone suggested he didn’t care if it was.
Charles adjusted his robe, attempting a smile. “Oh, no, of course not. What brings you here?”
“I’m here to discuss a...business propositi
