~Lorenzo~
I ended the call with Adams, the silence amplifying my unease.
Adams sniffing around our personal lives was one thing, but his casual probe into my medical routine when we went to New York? It was something else, and if they reached Alessia… no, I couldn't let that happen.
She'd worry, demand answers I wasn't ready to give. So, it's better not to let her catch any hint for now... until I'm ready to inform her.
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One week later...
The gala ballroom glittered under crystal chandeliers, the elite of our circle swirling in a sea of silk and tuxedos, champagne flutes tinkling like distant bells.
I navigated the crowd with practiced ease, Alessia on my arm, her emerald gown hugging her form, drawing admiring glances that stirred a possessive flicker in me.
"You clean up well," I murmured, my hand at her lower back.
"Oh, flattery? From the king of boardrooms?" She smiled up at me, eyes sparkling.
