Chapter 165 A Little Time
- Vittoria let out a faint smile at his—slightly excessive—protectiveness.
- Gently, she reached out and took the tray from his hands, preventing Vincenzo’s clumsy devotion from turning into a small disaster.
- “I’ve got it,” Vittoria said, even under his reproachful stare. “Don’t complain, Vincenzo—both my arms are free,” she added pointedly, asserting that he was the one who needed help now.