Chapter 183 An Invisible Patch

• Vincenzo watched her for a moment, his gaze resting on the gentle movement of Vittoria's lips as she spoke.
• There was something about her serenity that completely disarmed him, as if every word she uttered was an invisible patch, sewing up what the day had torn inside him.
• “My chaos, your calm,” Vincenzo repeated in a hoarse whisper, letting a discreet smile escape. “It seems like a dangerous mix, bella.”