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Luca immediately let go of his wife as they entered the penthouse and headed straight to his room, but she stopped him by holding onto the helm of his shirt. The incident that happened still pissed him and he needed to wash off the blood on his fist and maybe try to cool off in the shower before he ended up venting out on someone else.

He got angry a lot, but he could count the number of times he was angry enough to result in physical violence. He wanted to say that he didn’t know what had come over him, but he did.

It was the woman who was holding on to his shirt and looking at him with those vulnerable eyes. He had lost it when she cried in his arms, sounding so miserable that he could not stand another second to see her cry.

He didn’t know when he had become fiercely protective of her. She had wormed her way into his heart and created a space for herself while he stayed unknowing. His fists clenched, and the anger roared to life once again as he remembered how lost and broken she