Catherine knew that if she sat across from Lorenzo like she was negotiating, he’d probably throw her out without a second thought.
This was much better; despite his stormy expression, she clung to him with bold defiance.
Gazing at his face, Catherine leaned in closer.
She couldn't believe Lorenzo would hold a grudge against her. "Honey, I love you."
"Honey, I love you."
Her murmured words, one by one, over and over, seemed to weave a spell as they softly slipped into Lorenzo's ears.
Though her speech was slurred, it was crystal clear to Lorenzo.
Catherine had never told him she loved him.
Never, not once.
They say that in wine, there is truth, so maybe this time she meant it.
His once icy gaze melted away with those words, replaced by the warmth he used to show in front of Cather
