Chapter 232 Can You Make Erotic Noises?
At half-past ten, Giorgio arrived at the Vittorio family estate with Anna in tow.
Colombo greeted them, a warm and smiling façade etched all over his face, “Giorgio, Anna, back so early. She’d be thrilled to know that you really care about her.”
Between the lines, he was hinting — they were supposed to be there at noon, yet here they were, hours early.
Giorgio replied with composed assurance, “Prioritizing Grandma is what we should do. Katherine, go on up and give Grandma a massage.”
Anna nodded, following Giorgio upstairs.
Colombo stood at the foot of the stairs, watching their ascent. Once they vanished, he signaled Abel over, "Keep a close eye on her. She mustn't have a chance to leave the Vittorio mansion."
"Uncle, you can count on me. I've already briefed several servants to monitor Katherine. There won't be any mistakes. "
Upstairs.
Anna stood behind the massage chair, skillfully kneading Viviana’s head, her voice tender, “Grandma, what’s causing your insomnia? Try not to worry at night. Just relax, and you’ll fall asleep.”
“Ah, just because of what happened yesterday. How could someone bluntly claim you were Anna? If that turned into a scandal, how would the Vittorio family ever recover?”
Anna’s massaging hands momentarily stiffened, and she cast a furtive glance at Giorgio as she forced a response, "Grandma, you're worrying too much. That sort of thing won't happen," Anna tried to reassure Viviana with her words, but the concern in Viviana's eyes told another story.
Katherine spoke with such earnestness that even a worried grandmother like Viviana trusted her, but deep down, a nagging sense of unease clung to her as if anticipating an impending event.
Even though Giorgio claimed to have a plan, Anna was clueless as to what sort of magic could create a double of herself. With a stiff smile plastered on her face, she suggested, "Grandma, how about I sing you a song?" It was as much to console the elderly soul as to calm her own fraying nerves.
"That would be lovely," Viviana agreed, her voice softening.
The air quickly filled with the simple melodies of a rustic ballad. Anna's lilting and soothing voice echoed throughout the room. Before long, lulled by the pleasant singing and the gentle kneading of a massage, Viviana drifted off to sleep.
"You really have a gift, Miss Stefanelli. I definitely need to learn from you," Sofia said, breaking the tranquility with her admiration.
Anna just offered a faint smile. She was about to reply when Giorgio, ever the assertive type, beat her to it, "Head back to the room and give me a massage too."
Massage him? At a moment like this, he still wanted to indulge in such luxuries? Anna wanted to strangle him then and there; but, maintaining the decorum of her alias as Katherine, she forced herself to respond with feigned delight, "Of course, Giorgio. I'd be happy to." She nearly gagged at her own words.
Giorgio, his expression unreadable, retreated to his room with a regal stride. He lounged on an armchair like it was his throne, waiting with an air of expected indulgence.
As Anna was about to close the door and confront him on his actual intentions, his deep, magnetic voice commanded, "Leave the door. Come here."
It was an undeniable order.
With a frustrated grip, she moved toward him, positioning her hands atop his head to begin the massage. "It's eleven o'clock," she whispered, audible only to them. "Is this what you meant by your plan? Massaging you here?"
Giorgio, his eyes closed, remarked on the comfort of her touch, "Your technique is quite good. Stand in front of me to continue."
His words were frustratingly trivial!
Anger bubbled up inside Anna, causing her to press harder, but Giorgio quickly countered the move, gently capturing her wrists with his strong hands...
"Ah!" In a swift motion, she found herself swept into his arms and sitting on his lap.
Up close, his handsome features were even more striking, his gaze completely inscrutable. Her breath caught as she stammered, "Wha... what are you doing?"
"What do you think?" His voice was low and husky, as he leaned in, sealing her question with a kiss.
Anna was flabbergasted!
The audacity of him, to flirt at a time like this. He was incorrigible!
With great restraint, Anna placed her hands on his shoulders, attempting to push away, "This isn't the best time. Lunchtime is upon us..."
Giorgio chuckled, "You're more appetizing than lunch."
And with those words, he rose to his full towering height, one arm around her slender waist, the other cradling her head, deepening the kiss, and steering them towards the door.
"Hmmph! Hmmph!" Anna struggled; her body tensed up.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't muster enough strength to push him away.
The sound of a click echoed as the man kicked the door shut with his foot.
Air in her lungs was scarce; she was nearly suffocating!
Finally, he released her lips.
In the very second she could breathe again, Anna, fueled by anger, raised her hand to slap Giorgio.
What did he think she was? A karaoke bar hostess or some kind of nightclub princess?
But then, as if Giorgio had anticipated her every move, his strong hand swiftly restrained her, his voice low and resonant, "We're being watched."
What? Watched?
That meant the massage, the kiss—everything was an act!
Anna's rage simmered to a calm resignation.
"Can you make some erotic noises? Continue making them," Giorgio instructed.
"M...make what?" Anna asked, completely bewildered.
After she spoke, she caught the depth in his eyes, and only then did she understand the implication, causing her cheeks to flush crimson.
"Is this your plan?" She asked, mortified.
"Yes," Giorgio coolly confirmed, whispering the plan into her ear, "I'll play a recording to make everyone think we're busy in here. You'll escape through the window. Little Tony will be waiting at the back door. Get back within an hour."
So that was his elaborate decoy tactic!
Not bad... It was the only viable option they had anyway.
Anna nodded reluctantly, her eyes flickering with embarrassment.
How was she supposed to make those noises?
Watching her blush, Giorgio slightly squinted his eyes and assertively tore at her collar—
The fabric ripped with a 'Shhh!'
"Ahh!" She cried out, caught by surprise.
If it was all an act, why make it so realistic?
Giorgio, unfazed, scooped her up in a classic bridal carry, strode over to the bed, and continued to tear at her clothes with performance-grade tenacity.
Under such circumstances, anyone would make noise.
And so, the room was filled with suggestive moans and cries that could ignite anyone's imagination.
Outside the room...
Two blushing maids whispered, "Mr. Vittorio and ... they are..."
"Let's go; we shouldn't eavesdrop like this."
"No, we can't go. We need to stay here to ensure nothing goes wrong," one maid said.
"True, but that just means we'll have to endure eavesdropping on Mr. Vittorio," the other replied cheekily.
"You're such a romantic. Just admit you want to listen; no need to pretend otherwise."
Giggling and still overhearing, they stayed pressed near the door.
Unbeknownst to them, Anna in the room had already had her clothes ripped off by Giorgio and changed into another set that belonged to her!
The sounds that had been made were out of genuine bashfulness.
With her face a shade of red, she avoided his gaze and quickly slipped into the bathroom, escaping through the small window.
Her departure was silent and secretive, like a whisper in the night.
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