He Missed Our Wedding, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 07

He Missed Our Wedding, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 07

ALESSIA

I had no time to think about Lorenzo.

Once we were in the car, I realized Carlos might be drunk.

He never spoke that much when he was sober.

At home, he collapsed onto the sofa.

I poked his shoulder.

“Carlos, are you drunk?”

“No.”

“Then do you know who I am?”

He opened his eyes and studied me.

A faint smile appeared.

“My wife.”

All right.

He was definitely drunk.

I crouched beside the sofa.

A reckless thought entered my mind.

“Carlos.”

“Mm?”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes.”

I froze.

Suspecting it was one thing.

Hearing him admit it was another.

My heart lost its rhythm.

“Since when?”

Carlos did not answer.

I pushed his shoulder again.

Just as I thought he had fallen asleep, he sat up.

“Shower.”

Startled, I pointed upstairs.

“The bathroom is that way.”

Carlos did not move.

He remained on the sofa, watching me with dark, intent eyes.

“Together.”

I had no words.

Of course we did not shower together.

The next morning, Carlos had clearly forgotten everything he said.

He dressed in a suit and returned to the cold man no one dared approach.

“I’m going to the office.”

I remembered my father’s demand and stopped him.

“Carlos, my father wants to meet you.”

His movement paused.

I saw him blink quickly.

“When?”

“This weekend. He’s staying at the Bellandi estate in Maine.”

“All right.”

That weekend, Carlos dressed more formally than he did for family council meetings.

The convoy was filled with gifts for my father.

Wine.

Antiques.

Art.

I stared at all of it without knowing what to say.

On the way to the airport, Carlos kept his eyes on a contract.

At first, I assumed he was busy.

Then I realized ten minutes had passed without him turning a page.

His fingers had crushed the edge of the paper.

Could the man who frightened half the city actually be nervous?

On the private jet, I sat beside him.

“My father is a good man.”

“He loves me. He’ll like anyone I bring home.”

Carlos was quiet.

“Did Lorenzo ever meet him?”

“No.”

That was true.

Carlos made a low sound.

Some of the tension left his shoulders.

The jet began moving.

Moments after we left the runway, a piercing alarm filled the cabin.

An explosion came from the left side.

The plane dropped sharply.

Glasses and documents flew through the air.

“Carlos!”

He released his seat belt and threw himself toward me.

Carlos secured my loosened buckle and forced my head against his chest.

“Stay down!”

The plane slammed back onto the runway.

Metal screamed against concrete.

We shot through a barrier and finally stopped in a field of mud.

Pain tore through my chest.

My ears rang.

When I raised my head, Carlos was still shielding me.

One arm hung at an unnatural angle.

Blood ran from his temple.