Chapter 224 Living In Hell

• The soft scent of fresh coffee and warm, buttery croissants drifted into the room, gently pulling Leah from her sleep. Her lashes fluttered open, and for a moment, she just lay there, still and quiet. Then, slowly, she pushed herself up, resting her back against the headboard, the sheets pooling around her waist.
• “Good morning, mia moglie,” came a deep, husky voice that always managed to reach her, even in her silence.
• She turned her head toward the source and saw him—Stefano—standing barefoot with tousled hair, shirtless and wearing only sweatpants. His broad chest and sharp jaw were dusted with sleep, but his eyes were alert and on her.