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Chapter 43

Even though he wanted to go back to his room and try to talk to her, he decided to just let her think on her own; it was a blessing that she hadn't taken any pills, even though he had seen the bottle on the dresser.

Alessa, for her part, was already in front of the mirror wiping away her tears and trying to disguise the redness with eye drops.

Marco was surprised when he saw her come in as always with her shy and bashful manner, this time she didn't come in provocatively, but in a simple way with her ordinary sweater, her gaze wavered every moment she looked in his direction, finally stopping a few centimeters away, he remained on the bed leaning against the headboard with his book, but soon put it on the dresser next to him.

"Good evening, sir..." he murmured uneasily.

"Good evening, Miss Marone," he said, catching her surprised gaze as he gave her a gentle smile.

"Did you call me Marone?" she asked confused, the urge to cry was coming back with such intensity tha