Chapter 18
Rosella and Luigi got along well. He was gentle and caring, and he took care of her meticulously, picking her up and dropping her off every day. They were just a marriage away.
Mollie and Lamont were happy to see this.
Millard knew about their latest progress through Dewey, which irritated him a lot.
One day, as Millard drove past the branch building, he saw the twenty- sixth floor was still lit up. During these days, Rosella had been following Luigi to work here. She had majored in Business Administration, and Lamont had arranged for her to work at the Rowe group. She had a much better business acumen than Dewey.
Painting was her hobby. When she was sixteen, she had her own art show and piano recital. Her early life was dazzling.
If it were in the past, let alone Luigi, even Elliot, who came from new money, wouldn’t have been good enough for her.
Standing outside the branch office of the Rowe Group, Millard looked through the glass into the break room.
Rosella brought food she made for Luigi as he was working overtime. The food placed in front of him was exquisite, and they shared it under the soft glowing light. Her smile was faint but real.
Luigi said something,
Holding the glass, she lowered her head and smiled, her cheeks slightly rosy.
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She treated Luigi with more care compared to Millard.
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“You don’t have to cook. I’ll just grab a few bites,” Luigi said with undisguised distress in his eyes. “Your hands are meant for greater things, like painting and playing the piano.”
Her talent and abilities were among the very best; they shouldn’t be wasted.
Rosella shook her head slightly. “It’s been years. I’ve long lost my
touch…”
There were calluses on her hands, which had been soaked in cheap dishwashing liquid again and again. They were no longer meant for expensive musical instruments and paintbrushes.
She used to be punished by her birth father since she couldn’t handle the high temperature and dropped the plates in the restaurant. After that, she learned her lesson. No matter how scalding the plate was, she could carry it while gritting her teeth.
Compared to before, cooking was a blessing for her.
Luigi covered her hand with his and showed no disgust when looking at the sores on her fingers. He comforted her softly, “Nonsense. You’ve been doing a great job helping me with the accounts these past few days, OK?”
He actually praised her?
Tears welled up in Rosella’s eyes. Her birth father cursed her, calling her a burden and asking her to go sell herself, and her adoptive parents abandoned her, warning her not to make mistakes again. Luigi was the only one who praised her.
She wanted to thank him when his gaze fell on her wrist.
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“What’s this?”
Without her noticing, her sleeve had slipped back, revealing a few scars on her forearm. She hurriedly wanted to cover them, but he had already seen them. He adjusted his glasses, his expression turning
serious.
“I accidentally hurt myself,” she said, trying to brush him off.
But he wasn’t stupid. “Accident? The scars seem too deep for a mere accident.”
“Seriously, it’s nothing.”
She stood up, trying to escape. “It’s late. I’m going back.”
“Wait. I’ll give you a lift.”
“No…”
“Mr. Rowe wants to see me. It’s on the way.”
In the car, Rosella sometimes seemed struggling and sometimes seemed peaceful; each change in her expression vanishing as quickly as it appeared.
She wasn’t exactly lying; she indeed hurt herself. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory.
The debtors came to their door, and her father left the van, locking her inside to divert their attention. But they didn’t fall for his trap, and she was left in the van just like that.
There was nothing in the van but a box cutter,
Since the box cutter’s blade was too thin, it couldn’t break the window or open the car door, and for nearly two days, she didn’t drink or eat.
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When she was on the verge of dying of thirst, she slit her wrist and tentatively placed her lips on the wound, letting THE blood moisten her lips. The metallic taste, coupled with pain and the lack of oxygen in the van, became her nightmare.
After sending Rosella upstairs, Luigi walked into Lamont’s study.
Shooting Luigi a quick glance, Lamont continued to deal with work.
He said in a brisk tone, as if he were chatting casually with Luigi about the weather, oblivious to the solemn expression on Luigi’s face, “Rosella is back?”
“Yes. She’s in her room now.”
Lamont nodded in satisfaction. He trusted Luigi, which was why he wanted Luigi to replace Elliot and marry Rosella. “I still think of Rosella as my daughter no matter what. The marriage is a good deal for you.”
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