Chapter 35
3 years later~
"Ma'am is this right?" The cook asked as he was preparing butter chicken for me while watching YouTube video.
I nod, "yes"
The dining room is warm with soft golden lights and the quiet clinking of cutlery.
A long wooden table sits in the center, filled with food the staff had prepared. Pasta, roasted vegetables, freshly baked bread, and the butter chicken the cook had nervously made while watching the YouTube video.
Lorenzo sits beside me, his chair slightly closer than necessary.
Across from us, Alexander leans back casually, swirling the wine in his glass like he has all the time in the world. Beside him sits Lorenzo’s grandfather, who watches the scene with amused, knowing eyes.
I pick up my fork, trying to focus on the food in front of me.
Trying being the key word.
Because Lorenzo’s hand rests on my thigh beneath the table.
His fingers move slowly, lazily tracing small circles over the fabric of my dress like he has absolutely no shame.
I stiffen slightly.
My eyes snap toward him.
He looks completely innocent.
Calm.
Composed.
As if he isn’t currently the reason my heart is racing.
Alexander suddenly clears his throat, watching us with a smirk that says he definitely noticed something.
“So,” he says casually, cutting into his food. “Married life suits you two.”
I glare at him.
Lorenzo doesn’t even look up from his plate as his fingers tighten slightly on my thigh.
“It does,” he replies smoothly.
His grandfather chuckles softly, shaking his head.
“When I was young,” the old man says, “men at least tried to behave at the dinner table.”
My face heats instantly.
Lorenzo finally glances up, completely unfazed.
“Times change, Nonno.”
Alexander nearly chokes on his drink, laughing.
Under the table, Lorenzo’s thumb brushes a little higher on my thigh.
I kick his leg lightly in warning.
His lips twitch.
The bastard enjoys this.
“Ruhi,” his grandfather says kindly, bringing my attention back to him. “Are you adjusting well here?”
I nod quickly, grateful for the distraction.
“Yes, Nonno. Everyone has been very welcoming.”
Alexander leans forward slightly.
“Everyone except Lorenzo,” he teases. “He’s been insufferable since the wedding.”
Lorenzo raises an eyebrow.
“And yet you’re still here.”
Alexander grins.
“Because someone has to keep your ego in check.”
Lorenzo’s hand finally stills on my thigh, his thumb resting there possessively.
I glance at him again.
This time he’s already looking at me.
His dark eyes soften just a little.
A silent promise.
A silent claim.
And suddenly the dinner table feels much warmer than it should.
Alexander suddenly leans forward, resting his elbows on the table as he studies us both.
A slow grin spreads across his face.
“You know,” he says casually, “it’s fascinating watching the great Lorenzo De Romano pretend he’s a normal husband.”
Lorenzo doesn’t even look up from his plate.
“I am a normal husband.”
Alexander snorts.
“Please. You threatened a man last week for looking at Ruhi for two seconds.”
Lorenzo finally lifts his gaze.
“He looked for three seconds.”
Alexander bursts out laughing.
“See?” he says, pointing his fork at him. “Possessive.”
My face warms as Lorenzo’s hand squeezes my thigh under the table again.
“Lorenzo,” I whisper through clenched teeth.
He leans slightly closer to me, his voice low enough that only I can hear.
“You’re lucky we have guests.”
My fork nearly slips from my hand.
Across the table, Alexander watches us like he’s enjoying a live show.
“Oh, this is good,” he says dramatically. “Should we leave the newlyweds alone?”
“No,” Lorenzo replies immediately.
Alexander raises an eyebrow.
Lorenzo takes a calm sip of his drink before finishing.
“Because then she’ll blame me for making her blush.”
My eyes widen.
“I do not blush.”
Alexander tilts his head, studying my face.
“You absolutely do.”
Lorenzo’s thumb brushes my thigh again.
Slow.
Deliberate.
And the smug bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.
After dinner i excuse myself to the room , Lorenzo still downstairs with alexender so it's easy.
It's been 2 weeks since I missed my period date, it's get 3 or 4 days late but 2 weeks feels weird. And these days I feel my body getting heavy but I didn't tell Lorenzo because he will get death worried.
I sigh and pull out the pregnancy test kit out from my bag and step inside the bathroom .
I stare at the small white stick in my trembling hands.
For a moment, nothing feels real.
The bathroom is quiet except for the soft ticking of the wall clock and my own uneven breathing.
Two lines.
Clear.
Bright.
Unmistakable.
Pregnant.
My heart slams against my ribs.
A strange mix of emotions rush through me all at once—shock, disbelief, fear… and something warm blooming deep inside my chest.
A baby.
Lorenzo’s baby.
My hand slowly moves to my stomach, resting there instinctively even though nothing has changed yet.
I let out a shaky breath, a small laugh escaping me before I can stop it.
“Oh my God…”
The words barely leave my lips.
I need to tell him.
Lorenzo.
The thought hits me like lightning.
I quickly wipe my eyes, not even realizing when they filled with tears, and rush out of the bathroom.
My feet move quickly across the hallway as I hurry downstairs, my heart beating faster with every step.
The mansion feels unusually quiet.
“Lorenzo?” I call softly, stepping into the living room.
No answer.
The dining room is empty now, the plates already cleared away.
I check the study.
Nothing.
A small frown forms on my face as I move toward the lounge area where Lorenzo and Alexander usually argue about something ridiculous.
Still empty.
My excitement slowly mixes with confusion.
Where is he?
Just as I turn the corner, I spot his grandfather sitting comfortably in one of the armchairs, reading a newspaper like he owns the entire world which, honestly, he kind of does.
He glances up at me over the rim of his glasses.
“Ruhi, cara. Looking for someone?”
“Yes,” I say quickly, slightly breathless. “Nonno, have you seen Lorenzo?”
A small amused smile appears on his face.
“He’s upstairs. In the office with Alexander.”
My heart jumps again.
“Thank you!”
I don’t wait another second.
I hurry up the staircase, practically skipping steps as my mind races.
How will I tell him?
Will he be shocked?
Happy?
Nervous?
The hallway feels longer than usual as I walk quickly toward the office door.
Voices reach me before I even arrive.
Lorenzo.
And Alexander.
I slow down slightly when I reach the door, my hand already lifting to knock
Then Lorenzo’s voice stops me.
Clear.
Firm.
“I don’t want children.”