Fabiola had gone home without his consent.
He had texted her to ask about her whereabouts and replied to let him know that she had gotten home.
Lucia had took the night off because she had suddenly fallen ill so Fabiola kept herself busy in the kitchen not wanting to think about what had happened that day…
As she took out her frustration on the kitchen implements,she didn’t notice Lorenzo standing at the door with his shoulder propped against the frame…watching her.
She opened the fridge and took out a jar of basil pesto…
She was muttering to herself about how all the cabinets and refrigerators was stocked up with food items when she heard a deep drawling voice…
“How sweet…you’re making us dinner like a good little wife.”
Fabiola whirled around,her heart in her mouth and promptly dropped the p……
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