Valentina's POV
I froze, hearing the sound of glass shattering from Leonardo's study.
"Leonardo?" I called out, my eyes brows furrowed, hearing no response.
I walked toward the study, the door was open, and Leonardo stood by his desk, with whiskey bottle in hand, and broken glass scattered across the floor.
"Are you okay?" I asked, as he looked up, his eyes dark and empty.
"I'm good," he said, his voice rough.
"You don't look okay,” I said.
"I said I'm fine!” his voice filled the room.
"Let me help clean up,” I ignored his anger, stepping into the doorway.
"I don't need your help,” his ice blue eyes held my gaze, his jaw clenching.
"Leonardo, there's glass everywhere."
"Mrs. Chen will handle it."
"Mrs. Chen isn't here,” I raised my voice, my chest heaving up and down.
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