Lorenzo's POV
The pitch of her voice was low and when it penetrated my ear, my eyes widened mildly. I licked my lip and arched my brows.
For a moment, memories of our past came to my mind and I was filled with loads of thoughts. Delinda and I had no differences - fights and quarrels weren't in-between. I don't know what suddenly changed my perception towards her. Her look was irritating.
“Lorenzo!” Her scream was a little bit louder. It barely distracts my thoughts. I faced her and gentle mild air flushed through my nostrils.
“Nothing. We didn't even quarrel.” Her gaze changed and I could tell she felt I was lying; I wasn't.
“Why are you so harsh on her? She is your mistress.” She persisted, but I don't see the reasons she should be that persistent. I shot a glance at her face and I
