Chapter 94 What Am I?
"Simon, what's wrong with you?" Anna's face turned gloomy as soon as she saw Simon. She even glared at Giorgio, angrily questioning, "What did you do to Simon?"
Giorgio replied, "...Look closely, he's drunk. What does it have to do with me?"
"Oh." So, he's drunk.
Anna breathed a sigh of relief, but then thought of something else and angrily said, "You love drinking, even to the point of bleeding in your stomach, but why did you have to bring Simon along? He's gentle and considerate, unlike you!"
Giorgio remained silent. He had kindly brought Simon back, only to receive such accusations from this woman. In her eyes, how good was Simon? How terrible was he?
Anger surged inside him, cold enough to kill.
Would her attitude towards him change if she knew he could take out all her enemies with a simple order?
But Anna paid him no attention. She quickly walked to the bed, took off Simon's black leather shoes, and adjusted his legs. Then, she reached out to unbutton his suit.
Her movements were careful and gentle.
"What are you doing?" Giorgio asked coldly.
Without even glancing at him, Anna replied, "After getting drunk, wearing clothes can be uncomfortable. I'm helping Simon take off his jacket and tie."
As she spoke, she struggled to lift Simon, preparing to undress him.
Due to his drunkenness, Simon's tall figure collapsed onto Anna, their intimacy apparent.
Giorgio's gaze tightened as he strode over and said firmly, "Move aside."
"Huh?"
"Can you handle it? I'll do it." Giorgio forcefully pulled her aside, sat down, and took off Simon's clothes.
His actions were direct, rough, and devoid of any gentleness.
Anna wondered why he was being so cold. Did he have a problem?
However, she didn't dare approach him because of his chilling presence.
After he finished changing Simon, she finally spoke up, "You should go rest. I'll take care of Simon."
Her taking care of Simon? Was she going to undress him or clean his body?
A cold light flickered in Giorgio's eyes as he spoke with a frosty voice, "You, a woman, can't handle him. I'll stay here to take care of him."
"You'll clean his body?" Anna voiced her doubts.
Veins bulged on the back of Giorgio's hand. Sure enough, this woman wanted to take advantage of Simon's drunkenness to clean his body!
No way!
He coldly curled his lips and said, "Yes, I'm cooperating with him, it's only natural for me to take care of him. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, help yourself." Anna stepped back.
Then, she watched Giorgio go to the bathroom, bring back hot water, and proceed to clean Simon's hands, face, and neck, refusing to leave.
Was this really the intimidating Mr. Vittorio, who used to be so high and mighty?
In her skeptical state of mind, Anna fell into a muddled sleep.
She woke up in the middle of the night and saw Giorgio lying next to Simon, sleeping peacefully.
In the dim light, he looked handsome and elegant. Even while sleeping, Giorgio's lips were pressed together.
Giorgio's coldness made him seem unapproachable to strangers.
Looking at Simon beside him, with his perfect face and gentle features, he appeared like a serene painting, captivating to others.
Truly a spring-like personality sleeping beside a person whose temperament was similar to winter.
No pain without comparison!
Anna stood up and walked over quietly to pick up the blanket that had fallen to the ground, gently covering Simon with it.
As for Giorgio? Well, since he's already so cold, let him stay that way!
Naturally, Giorgio was awakened by the contrast, which displeased him greatly.
He raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, yanking her down forcefully.
"Ah!" Anna was caught off guard.
In the next moment, remembering Simon and Penny, they quickly covered their mouths, watching the pair in astonishment.
Their eyes met, and his gaze was unusually deep and piercing, like a massive black hole or a beast lurking in the darkness, ready to devour.
"What, what are you doing?"
"I'm pulling you to me in the middle of the night. What do you think I'm doing?" His rising tone of voice seemed ambiguous, making people feel uncomfortable.
Anna's breath grew hot, her long eyelashes fluttering as she whispered a warning, "Let, let go, or I'll call for help."
There was panic in her eyes, and her voice was soft and enticing.
And the wound on her lip, did it appear seductive?
Giorgio stared at her deeply for a full five seconds, then suppressed his emotions and curled his lips, saying, "What am I to you?"
What was he to her?
Anna looked confused and puzzled.
The man beneath her, Giorgio, opened his moderately red lips slowly, and said word by word, "After intruding into my world and stirring it into chaos, you can leave unscathed. Engage in a relationship with my friend and repeatedly display affection in front of me. Anna, what am I to you?"
It was an interrogation, a scolding, and there was anger.
Anna was completely stunned.
What was he to her?
He was Charlie's father, her sister's fiancé! How had she disrupted his world? And it was completely normal to be intimate with Simon, so how did it become flaunting affection in front of him?
But as she looked into his dangerously deep blue eyes, she couldn't say a word. What was happening?
Seeing her silent, Giorgio pulled her down again, and her soft body leaned against his solid chest.
He held onto her, cold and gloomy, and asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Do you want to know what you mean to me?"
What did she mean to him?
Wasn't she just Katherine's irrelevant sister?
Anna didn't understand, nor did she want to!
"To me, you are a brother-in-law, and to you, I am a sister."
She hurriedly dropped those words, struggling free and running away quickly.
It was an uncomfortable question, and avoidance seemed to be the best solution.
The night became even thicker and heavier, ink staining the air.
It was destined to be a sleepless night.
The next morning.
Due to Penny's routine check-up early in the morning, Anna had to go back to the ward.
Giorgio was no longer in the room, it seemed like he hadn't even come, but his words from last night still lingered in her ears, making her feel uneasy.
"Simon, please check with Penny. I'll buy breakfast."
"Well, slow down while on the road."
Simon's voice is gentle, but he had a lot on his mind.
'I not only couldn't accept what happened yesterday, but also didn't know how to explain it to her. '
"No matter how I explain it, it can't make up for her trust.'
Ding!
The mobile phone text message sounded on his body, but it was from Mirlinda.
'Mr. Dalio, I miss you so much. I don't think you'll sleep with me during the day and Anna at night, will you?'
'That would make me sad.'
The words are straightforward.
'Why didn't you see that she was not shy or irritable before?' He asked himself.
Simon fidgeted and prepared to turn off his cell phone and did not reply.
As a result, another text message flashed in. It was a picture of Mirlinda's knee injury, blue and swollen, particularly seeping.
'Mr. Dalio, this is your fault. Don't you care about me?'
'It hurts... '
Simon could not control how annoyed he was with her audacity.
For 30 years, he was considerate, gentle and never hurt anyone. He would let Giovanni deal with the injuries of kittens on the side of the road. Now...
Mirlinda had stepped out of line.
However, he had to admit that he couldn't bear to see a wound left untreated, even if it was Mirlinda's.
'Find your own doctor to prescribe medicine. I'm busy.'
... ...
Anna walked out of the hospital, confused.
'Do you want to know what you are to me?'
The man's low magnetic voice and deep and charming eyes kept popping up in her mind like ghosts.
In the end, what would she be to him?
Ah, it's driving her crazy!
"Anna."
A voice suddenly rang out.
Anna looked back, raised her eyes, and saw--
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