Chapter 63

(Mariana)

"Lorenzo, why are you back?"

Lorenzo walks towards me like every others and checks for my temperature. "I heard you were sick and I couldn't wait any longer." He confesses, his voice edged with worry.

His statement marvels me. "Was your business trip not that important that you will return the same day instead of in three days?

"You're more important to me, Mariana. Than anything else in this world right now, and I can't seem to ignore that fact."

My cheeks redden and I gather all the strength in me not to smile, but it's futile and I simply hide my face by looking down at my laps as a result of feeling bashful. "I don't understand." My voice is low and my cheeks are hot. "I thought you said you don't want a wife."

"But I want you, Mariana." He answers, fast and sits down next to me to glide fingers through my hair, massaging gently and tracing tender lines.

An electrifying jolt runs through my skin uncontrollably in response and I lean into him, resting my head on his shoul