Domenico
We arrived home after hours of nonstop work. All I wanted was to collapse into bed, but the moment we pushed open the door, we came face to face with Becky, pacing back and forth.
I raised a brow. What was she still doing here at this hour?
“Sir Abel—Boss—oh, thank God you’re back.” She rushed toward us, then craned her neck to look behind us.
“Is there a problem? Why are—” Abel began.
“Where’s Chiara?” she cut him off.
“Chiara? What about her? Isn’t she supposed to be with you?” I asked, my brow creasing.
“She isn’t. She hasn’t returned since she left for the firm, and I haven’t heard a thing from her. I’ve been calling Sir Abel, but none of my calls went through. I thought she might be with you.” Her words came out rushed, her breathing uneven.
“Wait—what?” I blinked. “W
