Chapter 134
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too personal to fully meat her eyes. “You know, at first, when I started taking Carlotta out as any plus one to those pales, those events… my only thought was that you would definitely see those photos in the papers. You’d see us together, see me smiling beside her, and it would hurt you,” he said, voice low and intense, as though admitting a patul secret. He let out a bitter duuckle. “I wasted it to hurt you twice as much as it hurt me when you left.”
Luca turned to her, his eyes blazing with a mixture of regret and lingering resentment. I remember how jealous you used to be, be said this voice almost soft, as though he were speaking to a cherished memory. “You were this jealous, fence little thing who’d run to pick out the eas of any poor woman who so much as looked at me twice. And God, I loved be admitted, lang out a modest laugh. “The way you’d go storming up to anyone, ready to defend what was yours. H… it made me feel special, the I was this one–of–a–kind prize you’d do anything to protect.” He let his head fall back against the chair, closing his eyes as though he were reling the frill of it all I’m probably not right in the head for admitting it.”
The bitterness in his laugh faded, replaced by a somber tone as he continued. I thought, if you found out that I was trying to get back together with Carlotta… if you thought I might actually be serious about her, yourd feel something again Jealousy, anger–anything. Anything to give me a reason to believe you still cared.” His voice faltered for a moment. “I thought maybe your’d feel even the tiniest bit of the pain I was feeling. And maybe, just maybe, it would give me the courage to come and try to fix things.”
He fell silent, staring at his hands, as though he were trying to gather the courage to keep speaking. “So I waited, and I waited. I thought you’d storm into one of those events, call me out, or pull me aside–anything even a message, an email to show that it bothered you. But you did nothing” His voice cracked slightly as he let out a shaky breath, his gaze dropping to the floor, pain flickering in his eyes. “Nothing. You were so… composed, like I meant nothing to you anymore.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
