Chapter 368 Yes, I'm Jealous
Anna didn't know why he was here.
She didn't want to speculate on what his car crash meant.
She felt very embarrassed and disheveled and didn't want him to see her like this.
"Goodbye, Giorgio," she said hastily and turned to leave.
However, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man's cold, strong hand.
"You...!"
Before she could finish her sentence, the tall Giorgio forcefully pulled her into the car and shut the door.
Then, he held her down with one hand and took a wet wipe from the car with the other, wiping her lips and neck.
Those were the places Giuseppe had kissed. They felt dirty and offensive.
His strength was heavy with anger, not gentle at all.
Anna felt uncomfortable as the wet wipe made her skin damp.
She resisted and struggled. "Giorgio, what are you doing? Let me out of the car!
"Didn't you hear me? I want to get out."
He ignored her and she was too noisy.
Throwing the wet wipe aside, he lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.
"Get off..."
Anna's lips were filled with his cold and aggressive breath, leaving her terrified and shocked.
She raised her hands to hit and push him desperately.
However, his body was like a mountain, pressing her down with no room to fight back.
Why did he have to treat her like this too?
Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, their saltiness a silent betrayal of the turmoil hidden beneath the kiss
Giorgio's back stiffened slightly, and he released her lips.
He saw her tear-streaked face, his expression darkening.
"Do you hate me that much?"
His rising tone was filled with suppressed anger.
Anna looked at him with tear-filled eyes. "Yes! I hate you, I hate you so much!
"I don't want to see you again!"
She cried and tried to get out of the car.
Giorgio pulled her back, his deep eyes filled with unusual gloom.
He wanted to get angry, but looking at her extremely aggrieved, tear-streaked face, he was momentarily speechless.
Anna spoke, "Let go. Otherwise, every time you get angry because of Giuseppe, I'll think you're jealous."
She was trying to provoke him.
However, Giorgio's thin lips unexpectedly uttered, "Yes, I'm jealous."
Anna's pupils widened in shock.
While she was stunned, Giorgio continued, "Break up with Giuseppe, and I'll let bygones be bygones."
His hoarse, pleasant voice carried the greatest tolerance in the world.
Anna was completely dumbfounded, her heart in turmoil.
She had just said it casually, never expecting him to admit his jealousy and talk about such a serious topic.
It seemed like he really liked her?
How could that be?
He was so high and mighty, perfect in every way, how could he like her.
She didn't think she had such special charm.
"Your affection is too precious; I, a murderer, can't afford it.
"Didn't you despise me back then? Now you're telling me you're jealous, don't you find it awkward?"
Anna's words were sharp.
Giorgio's eyebrows raised in suspicion and surprise.
"Murderer? Who did you kill? When did I ever despise you?"
He was still pretending?
Did he think she didn't hear the prison guard's words, didn't know he went to the prison?
Anna's lips curled in sarcasm. "Giorgio, your acting is really good. I suddenly think you and Katherine truly deserve each other."
After saying that, she forcefully shook off his hand, got out of the car, and left.
Giorgio was left alone, frozen in place.
His intuition told him that what she just said was not simple, there was something more.
The ringing of his phone broke him out of his reverie.
Giorgio took it out, and his expression changed slightly when he saw the caller ID.
"Uncle Joe?"
"I'm out! Come to the Moretti Club to celebrate with me."
Uncle Joe was one of the few people Giorgio respected.
He gave a light hum, sent a text to Little Tony, temporarily putting aside Anna's matter, and headed to the Moretti Club.
In the luxurious private room, Viviana had changed into a suit, his hair neatly styled, looking spirited and completely different from his time in prison.
Enrico and Tom were chatting with him.
Who would believe that he had been in prison for a long time?
Giorgio's elegant and tall figure entered the room, and seeing Viviana like this, he felt slightly relieved.
"Uncle Joe? How did you get out early?"
Viviana smiled. "I did a good deed for them, behaved well, and they allowed me to be released early.
"But the problem you threw at me last time troubled me for a long time!
"If I didn't get out, I'd be stuck in prison, constantly curious about the answer to your question, unable to sleep!
"Today, to celebrate my release, you must explain clearly, or our relationship is over!"
Giorgio's expression changed again.
He had told Uncle Joe that Anna made him feel complicated. Now, it was more than complicated?
He didn't speak.
Joe boldly pressed, "When you said complicated, did you mean you liked her? Was it you who got Anna out of prison? I didn't even get to see her!"
Giorgio looked up in surprise. "Uncle Joe, you said she was in prison?"
"Hmph! Stop lying!
"The prison guard said she was bailed out by the Vittorio family. If it wasn't you, then who?
"Thanks to you, she was bailed out, or she would have died after five days and nights without eating or drinking."
Simple words, but filled with enormous information.
Giorgio took out his phone and directly called the prison. "I want a detailed report on Anna's case immediately."
It was an order.
Joe was stunned, did he really not know?
Enrico and Tom were also shocked.
What was going on?
While they were curious, a respectful voice reported on the phone, "Giorgio, Anna was sold to Ben for a night by her adoptive mother. She refused and killed one of Ben's men in resistance.
"Ben charged her with intentional homicide and sentenced her to life. During this time, Mrs. Vittorio came and hired a lawyer to reduce her sentence to ten years. She was imprisoned in the same prison as Joe.
"Giorgio, didn't I ask you last time if you wanted help with her case? I thought you were going to see her.
"After you left, Giuseppe came and rescued her. It turned out the deceased was only lightly injured, and the cause of death was acute heart disease."
A long string of words fell, freezing the entire atmosphere.
She had gone through such a big ordeal, and he knew nothing about it.
"Giorgio, what's wrong? Is Anna not well after getting out?
"We didn't mistreat her!
"She cried day and night in there, desperate and in pain, not eating or drinking. We tried to persuade her several times and even kindly lent her a phone to call.
"Didn't she call you? Mrs. Vittorio answered."
Giorgio's pupils widened, realization dawned upon him.
In such a situation, she had called him to ask for help.
He recalled Anna's words.
'Giorgio, didn't you despise me back then?'
She thought he had left her to die.
He had no idea.
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