Chapter 52

"Come on now, stop looking. Pick any car you want, and I'll handle everything," he urged and gestured towards the rows of sleek automobiles adorning the showroom.

"Take me home," Amora demanded with her eyes narrowing into a steely glare.

Antonio's face shot up in surprise, "Lamborghini, Ferrari, Rolls Royce, Range Rover, Maybach, Mercedes Benz," he gestured towards the stunning array of vehicles before them.

"Not a single car appeals to you?" he asked in disbelief, "Are you sure you don't see something you like here?" He asked.

"I want to go home," she whispered with tears welling up in her eyes and her voice heavy with emotion.

"I'm trying to cheer you up, but you need to work with me here," he said frustratedly while his gaze pierced through Amora like a dagger. He sighed and pulled her into his arms, offering her comfort.

"Stop crying," he barked, "It doesn't suit you, and it makes you ugly. You're better than this."

"I want to go home." She repeated in a silent whisper,

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