Chapter 33
The evening rush started with vehicles pouring into the streets. Angelo was busy navigating the now congested roads when he realized that he had not asked Louisa where she wanted to go. He chanced a quick glance at his passenger to gauge her mood. She was dry-eyed and calm in spite of the dark frown that still creased her perfectly arched brows. At least she’s not screaming at me anymore, he mused. For the first few minutes of their ride, Louisa had exploded and ranted at him, at Gabriel, at Isabella, at the whole unfairness of them all. It was not a pretty sight, but Angelo let her expunge all the poison in her system without uttering a word. Had Louisa been any other female, Angelo would’ve dumped her on the sidewalk long before she’d bared her claws. But Louisa was no other female. Sh
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