Leonardo's POV
The guest room where Valentina slept was fifteen feet from my bedroom door, and I heard every movement she made. The creak of the bed when she turned over, the soft pad of her feet on the floor when she gave up trying, the quiet click of her door opening at midnight.
I told myself I didn't care and had work to focus on. The IPO timeline was accelerating and I had deals to close and contracts to review and a hundred decisions that needed my attention.
Now it was seven in the morning and I was standing in my study with a headache and zero hours of sleep and a list of rules on paper.
My study was painted grey, and a floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined two walls, filled with books I had read and some I hadn't.
My phone buzzed, a message from Mrs. Chen.
"Ms. Rossi is awake
