Chiara
“Why weren’t you answering your phone?” Domenico broke the hug and cupped my face. “Why would you come here without informing anyone?”
Wait.
Domenico drove here, took the elevator, and now he was holding me.
Wasn’t he supposed to be crippled?
Slowly, my eyes traveled from his face down to his legs. I jerked away from his hold. “You’re—you’re walking,” I muttered, gesturing with my eyes.
I thought this was supposed to be a secret. Don’t tell me he was so agitated that he didn’t even think before rushing here.
Did Domenico feel something for me? Was he this anxious because of me?
I shook my head immediately. No. That couldn’t be it. Grandfather’s words were starting to mess with my head. I needed to pull myself together.
Domenico searched my eyes—and then his widened.
“f**k,
