Chapter-30

I could sense it. Even felt it seeping down my skin as his fingers unconsciously played with the fabric of my jeans. The warmth penetrated my flesh from his touches. I couldn’t resist him.

And he knew it.

Silvio swept his gaze over to me. “Aren’t you tired?”

“I…I guess.”

Alfred, aiuta gli ospiti a entrare e assicurati che siano a loro agio.” Silvio said in Italian with his deep gravelly voice. Alfred bowed his head. He then turned his attention back to me, the corners of his lips curling up into a faint smile I couldn’t comprehend. “Shall we?” I hated how his both English and Italian accents did things to me.

I glanced at Papa and Olivia. “If you need anything, tell me please.” Papa nodded while Olivia helped him up. He looked healthier than before but he was not fully recovered.

Alfred guided them down to the left wing of the mansion as I watched with lingering anticipation. Dante soon took his leave too, saying something about patrolling the areas before sleeping.

Micah yawned