GIOVANNI’S POV
I left her room but couldn't shake the image of her lying there looking so small. My hand still felt warm from touching hers.
What the hell am I doing?
I paced my room for an hour before giving up and heading downstairs.
If I couldn't rest, I might as well do something productive.
The kitchen was quiet, the servants having retired for the evening. I flipped on the lights and started pulling ingredients from the refrigerator.
I was halfway through dicing tomatoes when Enzo appeared in the doorway, watching me closely, a small frown on his face.
"Don’t tell me you’re cooking for her?”
I rolled my eyes. "Shut up," I muttered, focusing on the cutting board?
"First letting her back to her room, now this." He leaned against the doorframe. "You're really working hard to
