In ten minutes, they are declaring our engagement.
These words got into Giulia like a curse that she could not shrug off.
“Ten minutes?” Her voice sounded stronger than she had wanted.
Matteo didn’t blink. “It’s already in motion.”
That low voice--restrained, slow--made something within her c***k.
She shoved his chest. That is not your prerogative.
He barely moved. “It’s done.”
Her laugh was brief, and in believing. “So that’s it? You mock me before a room of strangers and make me your fiancé without even consulting me?
Get down, he said, looking momentarily at the investors' onlookers.
Her eyes flashed. Oh, you are so concerned with looks?
She went nearer and spoke in a low and stinging voice. You ought to have given that some consideration before you made it a headline of my li
