It was close to lunch hours and Jairo still hadn’t come back. Little did she know that the man had left Milan for Sicily to attend a meeting about his broken engagement.
There wasn’t much for her to do. The files on her desk only needed a final check before he signed them and she had already gone through them more than twice.
Her eyes wandered to the pink lunchbox sitting on the corner of her desk. The sight of it made her think of the strange silver cross-viper necklace he wore.
He’s so weird.
Maybe gentle in some ways but always acting like his word is final.
She pulled the lunchbox closer and opened it. Inside was lasagna with roasted green salad.
Did he make this? She thought internally.
He had promised not to hurt her, but promises didn’t mean she should trust him. She pushed t
