Franco crossed his arms, raised one of his eyebrows with that triumphant expression he usually wore.
"Instead of making that face, you should be thanking me. Your kids will turn out really good-looking," he said with a smirk.
Susan looked at him with sparkling eyes full of anger. If looks could kill at that moment, Franco Rossi would be dead. But not satisfied with that, the girl placed her palms on his strong chest and pushed him.
"You're an i***t! How could you?" she refuted, pulling at her hair, desperate. She started pacing back and forth. "What am I going to do?" she asked, sobbing. "The morning-after pill!" she exclaimed as a solution.
She spun around like a madwoman, determined to leave the house and go to the nearest pharmacy to get it. However, she was still innocent when it c
