Chapter 130 A Fragile Woman Understands Much
Women have always been troublesome creatures.
They cry when they feel wronged, when they're unhappy, even when they catch a cold.
Therefore, Giorgio disliked women the most.
He agreed to marry Katherine initially because her strong personality meant less trouble.
However, at this moment, as he looked at Anna's pitiful appearance, he couldn't summon any dislike. On the contrary, there was a fine string tugging at his heart.
His dark eyes rolled. He stood up and took out his phone to make a call, his voice tinged with impatience and urgency.
"She's sick, come over right away."
Tom, who received the call, hurriedly rushed to the villa, panting, and asked, "Giorgio, what happened? What illness? Should we go to the hospital?"
He instinctively thought it was a serious illness when he urgently called him over.
As a result, Giorgio looked deeply at the woman lying on the bed, her face flushed and her breathing uneasy.
He lifted the covers off Anna.
"Ouch. Fever," said Anna.
Tom glanced at Anna, clearly not too serious, and was infuriated to the point of almost spitting blood.
"Giorgio, do you know what I was doing when you called? I was on a date!" He exclaimed.
He had seen bullet wounds, snake bites and injured limbs. This? This was a joke!
Giorgio coldly responded, "She's not your wife anyway, so spare me the chatter and treat her quickly."
Tom sighed, realizing there was no other choice. In Giorgio's eyes, Anna was important.
He walked over, placed the medical kit on the bedside table, and opened it. Taking out a thermometer, he measured Anna's temperature by placing it on her forehead.
After two seconds, he smiled helplessly and remarked, "100.4°F, she needs a packet of cold medicine. It's a super serious condition."
His words carried a clear hint of sarcasm, which made Anna feel a bit embarrassed.
She did feel a little dizzy, and if it weren't for Giorgio noticing, she wouldn't have been aware of the fever herself. Being mocked by Tom now, she felt quite embarrassed.
However, was Giorgio being so attentive and concerned because he cared about her?
Perhaps it was because she was replacing Katherine and was expected to accompany him to the charity event tonight.
He must be worried that her poor health would prevent her from going.
Anna asked, "When does the event start tonight?"
"Oh right, Giorgio, we should get ready to leave," Tom said as he examined himself in the mirror, fixing his hair.
Giorgio's gaze turned to Anna, sounding dubious as he said, "Can you go?"
If she couldn't go, she should rest at home.
He didn't finish the rest of his sentence, but Anna naturally understood that he wanted her to go.
And she was right, that was the reason.
"Well, it's okay. I have a good constitution. With the medicine, I'll be fine soon," she assured.
Tom had the same thought. Seeing Giorgio's serious demeanor, he quickly prepared the medicine and handed it over, saying, "Giorgio, this is the latest cold medicine. Coupled with a man's love for a woman, drinking it will immediately bring down the fever. If... you let me administer the injection personally, it might have an immediate effect."
It was a teasing joke, quite explicit in nature.
This injection was not the same as the other injection.
Anna didn't know how, but she could sense the meaning behind that, and her cheeks blushed as she quickly averted her gaze.
Giorgio knew Tom loved making adult jokes, so he naturally caught on and gave him a cold glare, saying, "Get lost."
"Okay, I think I need to fix my hair. I'll leave now. See you later." Tom hurriedly left.
The air grew quiet.
It was so silent that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.
Giorgio walked to the edge of the bed and handed the medicine to Anna.
She looked at the bowl that was brought in front of her and inexplicably thought of Tom's words about "a man's love for a woman". Feeling uncomfortable, she said, "I don't like drinking powder, thank you. I'll go change first, and you wait downstairs."
She lifted the quilt, ready to get up.
Giorgio leaned in, his gaze fixed on her crimson face and disheveled eyes, his voice trailing up, "Don't like drinking medicine, or do you want me to give you an injection? Hmm?"
His seemingly casual words felt like a heavy bomb exploding over her head.
Anna didn't know if he genuinely didn't understand or if he was pretending not to. Her face turned so red that it seemed blood would drip out any moment. "No! I just want two Tylenols!" She blurted out.
After speaking, she quickly pushed him away and rushed into the changing room, moving so swiftly like a rabbit.
Giorgio's lips curled up.
This woman knows quite a lot.
...
At 7 o'clock, the charity gala officially began.
Outside the luxurious hotel, exclusive limited edition luxury cars filled the parking spaces. Inside the venue, glasses clinked, and there was a lively atmosphere with the scent of perfume and the presence of elegant figures.
Many esteemed individuals from Crownhaven would come there, some sincerely donated to charity, while others showcased their corporate image. In any case, everyone engaged in pleasant conversations, creating a great atmosphere.
When Giorgio and Anna appeared at the venue, all eyes were instantly drawn to them.
The man wore a well-pressed black suit, without a single crease. His buttons and tie were meticulously fastened, radiating the usual aura of luxury and elegance.
The woman beside him wore a simple, knee-length black skirt in the style of Audrey Hepburn. She paired it with red high heels and a silk white scarf elegantly draped around her beautiful neck. Her hair was styled in a vintage, slightly curly manner. Her entire outfit was niche, unique, enchanting, and perfect.
When they walked together, they portrayed nothing less than the most beautiful portrait of high society.
People at the event envied and praised them one after another, "Mr. Vittorio is so handsome!"
"Mrs. Vittorio is so beautiful!"
"I think this charity gala is going to turn into a fan meeting!"
"Ah, I love them!"
The Sunshine Group's charity event. In truth, he had received an imvitation to attend a long time ago. The email he got a few nights back was indeed to taunt him.
Giorgio thought of the many ways he could make the group go under, yet he knew that many children depended on the Sunshine Group for their life force.
Every time he thought about destroying them, the faces of Penny and Charlie popped into mind. It made him uncomfortable. He was not used to thinking this much about getting what he wanted done.
The host of the event eagerly approached them.
"Mr. Vittorio, Mrs. Vittorio, thank you for coming. You are the most distinguished guests tonight."
Anna rarely faced such formal occasions, but her lips curved into a perfectly measured smile as she nodded lightly and said, "Thank you."
Giorgio, however, faintly raised an eyebrow and said, "Mr. Brown, you must have said the exact same thing at least ten times tonight."
Mr. Brown felt embarrassed and replied, "This time, I truly mean it. It is genuinely heartfelt."
"I should say, I'm happy to finally get a chance to meet the president." Giorgio flashed a wicked smirk. "What time will he be coming tonight?"
Mr. Brown's face immediately became worrisome. He frowned, saying, "Unfortunately, Mr. Vittorio, the president was in an accident and is in a private hospital recuperating. He is now on life support and has a very low chance of waking up."
Giorgio furrowed his brows. Renaldo was still alive?
Still, it wasn't like he was going anywhere. Giorgio could deal with it later, after he was done figuring out what to do with the Sunshine Group. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Giorgio didn't press further and said, "You may carry on, I will go meet a few friends."
"Alright, let me know if you need anything." Mr. Brown smiled and walked away.
Wherever Giorgio went, he was met with such enthusiastic and respectful attitudes.
Anna held onto Giorgio's arm and obediently stayed by his side.
"Giorgio."
Tom approached with a smile, accompanied by another man.
He wore a black suit, black pants, and even his shirt and tie were black. From head to toe, there was not a hint of color on him, as cold as if he came from hell.
He... was Enrico.
The CEO of the Moretti Group, divorced, childless, living alone, genuinely cold without a trace of humanity.
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