Leonardo's POV
The cold air hit my face when she helped me outside. My head was spinning but the whiskey was wearing off.
She walked ahead of me towards my car without looking back, her hands in her coat pocket.
The car was parked near the curb, while the driver stood by the door. His eyes moved from my disheveled hair to to my rough suit before moving to Valentina.
"Give us a minute," I said, and he nodded, smiled softly and carried his coat. He walked to the corner and stood there, facing the street.
Valentina stopped beside the open door but did not get in.
"You should sit," I said. "It's cold,” my gaze was fixed on her but I turned and avoided her eyes when she looked at me.
"I'm fine,” she said flatly.
"Valentina…”
"I said I'm fine,” she raised her voice slightly, but clo
