He pushed himself away from the wall and strode back into the villa. Chiara turned to watch him, her panic intensifying. She followed him inside. He picked up a mobile phone and made a call. She heard him speak to someone on the other end.
‘We will proceed with drawing up the contracts. Chiara Caruso has consented to be my wife.’
When he’d terminated the conversation he looked at her and frowned.
‘What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.’
‘I thought... I thought if I said yes that you’d come to your senses.’
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