Chapter 69
Federico stepped quietly into their chamber, the door closing with the faintest click behind him. The scent of fresh jasmine filled the air—a scent that always reminded him of her. Azalea lay on the bed, her back turned toward him, her long hair spilling across the pillow like a silken veil.
He hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was asleep. “Azalea—” he began softly.
Without turning, she spoke, her voice calm but edged with exhaustion. “I just want to rest, Federico. Please… peace and quiet tonight.”
Her words struck deeper than he wanted to admit. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, forcing a sigh from his lips. “Alright,” he murmured, though he knew she wasn’t listening anymore.
He crossed to the washroom, freshened up, and returned to the bed, careful not to
