Chapter 352 Why is it always him who gets hurt?
Meanwhile, in a rented apartment on a top floor in Crownhaven, Lucia's expression softened as she looked at Enrico sleeping on the sofa.
However, her frustration was evident as she spoke up, angrily saying, "It's 9 o'clock at night. Are you not working for the Moretti Group? Why don't you just go back?"
Facing her disdain, Enrico didn't get angry. Instead, he opened his deep and charming eyes and replied, "I just want to lie down for a while. Your presence is comforting."
Lucia retorted, "You are shameless! Didn't you used to call me dirty, call me cheap? My presence will only defile your noble soul."
Enrico was slightly taken aback. "Did I say those things? Why don't I remember? Don't falsely accuse me."
Lucia, both angry and anxious, then mocked, "Of course, you wouldn't remember. How could you remember hurting me? Now please leave."
She walked over to pull him, wanting to throw him out.
However, the man grabbed her wrist, pulled her toward him, pressing her petite figure against his broad and solid chest.
Without giving her a chance to react, he kissed her on the lips. "Darling, you smell so good. Compared to you, I am dirty, I am cheap."
Lucia felt speechless.
Enrico held her waist and said, "Sorry. How many times do I need to apologize for you to forgive me?" His voice was extremely hoarse and magnetic. No one would have thought that a man who was so decisive in his career would apologize so gently to a woman.
Lucia felt wronged; she wanted to cry at that moment. "Do you think a simple sorry can make up for everything? Can a broken cup be restored? I..."
"Lucia, I can make the broken cup whole again," Enrico interrupted her, a serious expression on his handsome face. "Tonight, I will prove it to you."
Lucia was speechless. She thought she had no feelings left for him, but watching him shamelessly persist, why was she hesitating? Was she still addicted to his embrace?
"Lucia, let's not talk about us for now, I need you to do me a favor," the man's serious voice rang out.
Lucia regained her composure, immediately pushed him away, and sat up. "What favor can I do for you? I have always felt like a doormat to you, someone you can walk all over without a second thought."
Enrico felt puzzled, did he really say those things? Why did she remember them so clearly?
Suppressing his emotions, he said, "Anna, do you remember her? She is also interested in photography. You should bring her to your company and find out where Giorgio offended her."
What? Lucia remembered Anna; she quite liked her. But she was supposed to find out how Giorgio offended Anna?
She sarcastically laughed and said, "What? Does Giorgio like her? He has Katherine. Does he have the right to like her?"
In her eyes, love was equal. Just because Giorgio was noble didn't mean he had the right to like Anna.
Enrico felt helpless. Had he chosen the wrong person? But seeing Giorgio's exhausted state for Anna, as his friend, he couldn't just stand by.
"Giorgio had no intention of getting married," Enrico explained. "He planned an assassination at the wedding, but Anna unexpectedly intervened, so he had to proceed with the wedding. And except for that night four years ago, he never had a sexual relationship with Katherine."
Was that the truth? To outsiders, did the seemingly loving couple merely put on a show?
Lucia was stunned.
Enrico continued, "Giorgio has genuine feelings for Anna. Upon hearing this, I will fulfill one of your wishes."
"Really?" Lucia was delighted; her wish was for him to leave.
Enrico gently agreed and pulled her back into his arms. He whispered softly in her ear, "I will always fulfill your wishes."
The last word was emphasized, along with his charming voice, it carried a different meaning!
In Lucia's mind, the word "stubborn" inexplicably popped up, her cheeks turning red. "Jerk!"
"I will only become a jerk for you, my wife," Enrico retorted with a hint of playfulness.
"Who is your wife, we have already divorced!" Lucia remarked.
"Your name is still in my heart," he replied, his tone softening.
As Anna arrived from the supermarket with needle and thread in hand, she stepped into the construction site. There, she beheld a noble and elegant man standing before her. Despite the chaotic surroundings, his presence remained undiminished, radiating a commanding aura.
She clenched her fists and walked past him.
"Anna, let's talk," Giorgio's steady voice sounded, carrying a weight of seriousness.
Anna replied firmly, "There's nothing for us to talk about," before swiftly departing, her pace quickening almost to a run.
Listening to the fading footsteps, Giorgio pursed his lips tightly, exuding a sense of coldness.
"Giorgio," Tony called out, rushing over with a nail in his hand, a smile playing on his lips. "I accidentally punctured the tire. You can ride back with Giuseppe this afternoon."
Giorgio glanced at him and scolded, "You're so stupid, you still manage to surprise me with your stupidity."
Tony fell silent. Why did he get scolded even when he did things right? He felt very wronged...
Just as Anna returned to the office, Giorgio's noble figure walked in, his face cold as he sat at the desk, looking displeased.
Who did he provoke? Who was he showing his displeasure to?
Giuseppe, seated on the sofa shirtless and engrossed in reading documents, furrowed his brows. "Giorgio, what's wrong? Weren't you supposed to leave?"
"My tire burst. We'll have to head back together in the afternoon," Giorgio replied coldly.
"You're in charge of the construction site. Shouldn't you have someone clean up sharp objects like nails?" Giuseppe remarked, his tone righteous and accusatory, displaying no hint of concern.
Outside the door, Tony felt a surge of admiration. Not only was Giorgio competent at work, but his acting skills were also remarkably strong!
Confronted by Giorgio's serious and cold demeanor, Giuseppe couldn't discern if it stemmed from genuine concern or another motive.
All he could do was respond, "Giorgio is right. I'll give orders to have it cleaned up." Then, turning to Anna, he added, "Anna, please assist me in sewing the clothes as soon as possible."
"Okay." Anna walked over and picked up the clothes.
She had already asked the shop owner to thread the needle for her, so it wasn't too difficult to sew with her left hand lightly leaning and her right-hand sewing.
Giorgio, watching her diligent and obedient appearance, suddenly felt angry for no reason. "Why are you making her do this when she's injured? Are we lacking clothes or is our Vittorio family too poor?"
He then ordered, "Tony, have someone bring a hundred pieces of clothing to Giuseppe."
"Okay!" Tony promptly replied, ready to carry out the task.
"Wait," Giuseppe interjected, halting Tony in his tracks. "Giorgio, it's not that we lack clothes, it's just that this piece was a gift from my mother on my birthday, and Anna happens to know how to sew, so I..."
"You know how to cherish your mother, but not your girlfriend?" Giorgio mocked, then turned to Tony. "Tony, since Giuseppe values this piece of clothing so much, you should sew it well for him."
What? Sewing clothes?
Tony felt the instinctive urge to protest, but Giorgio's cold and serious gaze silenced him instantly, conveying a clear message of compliance.
"Okay, I will," Tony conceded.
As he entered, a silent lament echoed within him: why was it always him who ended up getting hurt?
Anna was completely confused, when did Giorgio become so considerate?
He even let Tony sew? She didn't think he could at all!
Could it be... He didn't want her to sew clothes for Giuseppe?
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