Chiara
The shock on Leo’s face was worse than the one on mine. Domenico entwined his fingers with mine and led me toward the table.
“Your wife?” Leo finally spoke after a few moments of stunned silence. “As in Chiara?” He gave Domenico a strange look, and Domenico merely hummed in response.
“What’s with the shock?” Domenico scoffed. “Who did you think she was? Some random lady who sneaked into my home?”
Leo strode back to the table and took a seat beside Abel. “Well, the way you talked about her is… uhm— it is.” He trailed off, his brows furrowing.
“Here, have a sip. Or maybe a gulp.” Abel handed him a glass of water, which he drained instantly.
I frowned at Leo’s words. Domenico talked about me? That alone sounded unbelievable. I pretended not to hear it, though my eyes kept scannin
