Giovanna raised her foot to kick him, but Antonio seemed to know where she was aiming. He steadily caught her ankle, his deep eyes filled with amusement. "Darling, you can't kick this. If you break it, your happy life will be gone."
Anger surged in Giovanna's eyes. "Shameless!" She pushed him away and got up to turn on the light. The darkness in the room was instantly illuminated. Antonio, still half lying on the bed, was a little unaccustomed to the sudden brightness. "The light in Yolanda's room is too harsh. The light in our room is better."
Giovanna stood by the bed, picked up the coat next to her, and put it on. She frowned at the calm man. "Antonio, what are you doing in my room so late at night?"
"You are my wife. It's uncomfortable to sleep without you to warm the bed." Antonio
