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Allesio’s POV
The house was quiet and kind of empty. Allesio had taken Emilia and Francesca out for the night, which was exactly what I needed. Irene and the rest of the house workers had retired to their own wing of the house for the night. No distractions for me and Rosa tonight.
She sat with one leg tucked under her, nursing a glass of wine she’d poured for herself. I watched as she tilted the glass slightly ajd took a sip from it.
“Do you ever stop staring?” she asked, not looking at me but smirking as she caught me watching her.
I leaned back in my chair, shrugging with mock innocence. “Not when there’s something worth looking at.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, she took a slow sip of her wine, letting the silence stretch between us.
“Why do you do that?” I
