Chapter Seventy-One

♕—Delilah

I shut my eyes tight, trying to stifle the tenth wave of tears that had taken over me today. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Lorenzo had confessed his feeling for me last night.

What was he trying to do?

How did it get so messed up?

I have been in a state of internal conflict over the range of emotions I have experienced in the past week.

Lorenzo Vitelli told me he loved me, he really did say that.

Was he even capable of love?

Did he even know what it meant?

Did he even understand the true meaning of these seemingly simple three words?

A day before he was telling his boss to get me out of his house—as if he couldn't bear to stay in the same space as me—and the very next day, he said that he loved me.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. My hand dropped back to my sides and I gripped the edge of the bed, clutching it as if my life depends on it.

Lorenzo didn't come to bed last night, he must have slept in his study like he does whenever he is upse