161: I Love Hearing Your Honesty

"I take pleasure in your honesty. Though your feigned strength was endearing, I much prefer your truth," Bruno confessed, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Let's go home." Bruno reached for the coat nearby, helping Lizzie slip it on. He draped his own overcoat over her shoulders, and together they vacated the secluded villa.

With Bruno behind the wheel, driving smoothly, Lizzie sat in the passenger seat. Adorned in his overcoat, a warm sense of comfort seeped into her heart.

Bruno ungloved one hand to hold Lizzie's, keeping her delicate hand firmly within his grasp. Lizzie made no attempt to wriggle free, content in his hold as the soft music from the radio filled the silence. Neither of them spoke, yet the atmosphere remained harmonious.

Only when they pulled into the underground garage of their apartment did Bruno let go of her hand. They stood shoulder to shoulder by the elevator, Bruno's arm encircling her tightly, never once leaving her side.

"Take a seat, I'll