Chapter 89 Maria De Ricco

• TThe silence stretched between them, thick as smoke. Serena’s heart wouldn’t stop racing. She sat on the edge of the bed, fingers twisting in the sheets, while Stefano sat across from her on the couch near the window, composed, unreadable.
• His gaze was sharp, steady, as though he could see straight through her, peeling away every layer she tried to hide behind. There will be no secrets. Not anymore.
• When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. Almost too quiet.