The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 29

The sound of Romeo scratching at the bathroom door roused her daydreams. She had leaned against the shower wall, her glass now more water than wine, her throat raw and her eyes bloodshot.

A knock on her door followed by Nuncio asking if she was still alive made her realize she’d been in too long.

“I’m fine. Why are you still here?” She yelled through the door.

o your apartment. Deadbolt or not, this building is not secure, and I am concerned for your safety.”

she wrapped up in her robe, shivering as the cool air hit her skin. She pulled her book up into her arms and opened the door to find him standing there with his arms folde

out to her.

st go back to wherever it is you’re staying.”

one of us is staying in this apartment with you until the throng of reporters outside is gone. The alternative is to move to a more secure location.”

s she realized his meaning, “I’m not going to the hotel. They won’t leave until your employer vacates

her.

hours of the morning.

keep the chill off, she decided she was tired of bossy men in her life. Grabbing her empty wine glass, her book and the last of her dignity, she marched back to the kitchen. She ignored Nuncio’s surprised stare as she poured another glass of wine before plunking a slice of bread into the toaster.

d before noting someone sat in the darkness in the alley. A flash of a camera caught her eye. She gave them a wave before drawing the curtains to a close. “Hey Nuncio, someone with a camera is in the alley.”

chastised.

d over.” She didn’t meet his gaze as she took her book and strode past him toward the oversized chair in the living room, “and he is the very last person I want to see.”

ared and replied quickly before looking up to see Nuncio watching her intently. “Now what?”

n and you do not eat.”

.

h his hair. “Mackenna, I’m sorry I let you go that day. If I had done my job…”

aly right now.”

gain.

mirror and I’m not prepared to do that. Please just stop with the pity and the misguided sense of concern. I am fine. I will be fine.”

ock on the

rity to bring it down. You need to eat something more than a slice of toast and a lot of wine.” Nuncio offered gently. “I ordered pasta carb

food recommendations,” she wanted to be angry but had nothing left to give.

arguing with whoever from his team was bringing the food down to the basement apartment and considered for a moment perhaps the pr

io very much. He was taking the job of protecting her very seriously.

nd ensure she eats and then I will leave,” Alessandro spoke brusquely pushing himself past his security.

also looked irritated.

eat.”

ck on the plate. “There I ate, go away.”

a.”

to do anything to encourage him to leave her in her misery.

taring intently at her.

rned in protest. She took a plastic fork wrapped in a napkin and unrolled it. She reached for the wine glass and chugged the last of her wine as if it were a cheap beer. Nuncio looked

dly, keeping her eyes averted. She broke a piece of the cheesy bread off and shoved it into her mouth.

chew your food Mackenna, unless you’re anxious for me to do give you the kiss of lif

r movements and shuffled in her chair, hating even with all to have happened, his words caused her bod

ow before wiping another tear off her face.

enna, why do you cry?” he whispered quietly, “I onl

instead twirling the fork through the pasta and forcing herself to take another bite. The sooner she finished the dish, the sooner he would go, and she could go to bed, and

reached out to put his hand on her knee and she jumped away. She gripped the container of food to keep it from spilling, but her book slid off her knee and landed on the floor. Looking back at the photo on the table she avoided his face while

for what she read, and she certainly wasn’t up to discussing the issue with him at present.

e. “You’ve eaten more than I thought you would.”

” she knew she beha

satisfied?” he questioned his boss with a frosty edge to his tone.

et himself out, Carlo quick on his heels.

over as she avoided Nuncio’s sympathetic gaze.

promise you; I did not know he was coming here. I would have warned you. My job is to protect you and right now, he is not behaving rationally

the food she had picked at.

back to her, was too much. She felt the sobs rack her ribs as she struggled to breathe against the pain she was feeling.

her room. He laid her on her bed and put a blanket over her before leaving her in her room, closing the door gently behind him.