The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 31

Since she had suggested it initially, Savannah had been ruthless in trying to convince Mackenna to go out with her and the other doctors and nurses to the new dance club. Savannah wanted to show off her dance moves and everyone except Mackenna and Nuncio were on board.

Nuncio in no uncertain terms wanted nothing to do with the idea. He refused to even bring it up to Alessandro, very aware his employer would say no and Mackenna was secretly grateful.

The last thing she felt like doing was dancing provocatively when her heart was still feeling so bruised.

out her.

would do you a world of good.”

ight now Savannah. I’m just not ready.”

rder pizza and drink wine.”

a bunch of paparazzi hounding you everywhere I go.”

hopedic wing was at the same hospital his wife worked at was a whole other level. Alessandro was being dragged through the mud, not one single news outlet believed for a moment he had not known his wife worked at the hospital where his lover had been transported. They were calling him cruel and callous. Worse, they were hounding her at every turn asking her to comment on the allegations of his infidelity.

There was a spark, but he was too professional to flirt around on the job and Savannah was giving him the cold shoulder for not responding to her adva

n Savannah’s body and wondered how long before he said something. It took seconds.

for this purpose.”

One wrong move and the entire club will see your bits,” he toss

e it back, I don’t like him.”

uld get changed.” He glared at her. “The dress is too short.”

he waved her hand between them, “this is.”

could do. Every book she read she desperately searched for some tiny bit of wisdom to dull the ache in her heart.

tion and she gave a grin at the noise. She had a feeling her friend was going to have a security agent on her

through. He looked positively murderous.

, you are not invading my privacy by reading my private messages.”

yer. He turned on his heel. “Alessandro is in the living room.”

oming?”

a dress with her a*s-cheeks hanging out?”

e back down but then remembered he said Alessandro was here.

elf instantly responding in kind, her fingers tightening around the book she’d forgotten to put down on her bed. Nuncio walked out the front door leaving them alone.

oice broke and she cleared her throat. “Aless

with him? He’s angrier than usual,” Alessandro tossed his head in th

“Savannah pissed him off.” She wasn’t about to divulge his employee’s love life to him. It

nd noted the grin on his wife’s face. How he missed her smile.

gaze.

t with Savannah?”

wasn’t much place to put her gaze when he filled the entire space. She finally

wanted

at him but took a slow breath. “I a

ttacks since she’d gotten back from Milan and felt her breath catch.

ut with Savannah?” he changed hi

l to me tonight,” she shrugged.

you are sad,” he comment

the sofa and covered her legs, dropping her book on her lap.

as interested in. Right now, she was obviously consumed with grief.

e opened them again and found he was sitting on the sofa studying her closely. “Now what?”

cio is making you eat but you’re still very pale and I don’t think you’re sleeping well.”

ssion and it’s making me a bit groggy.”

You are depressed.” It was a statement not a question, but it held a ring of surprise. It was not like he

o weakness in admitting you need help. So yes, I saw my doctor yesterday at the advice of my counsellor and discussed a medication to assist me getting through all of the loss I’ve been through.” She held his gaze but then when hi

.

ather wanted your head on a platter the last time I saw him, but as angry as he was, he still loved you. I know

ad every right to be angry wi

tears off her cheeks. “I want to, I won’t lie, I really want to, but you have hurt me so much, so many times I don’t trust you and I don’t believe you.”

cannot go any longer without you as part of my life.”

e sniffed, wishing he would go so she could go to bed and cry her heart out. She still loved him so much, but he would be the death of her

e whispered again, “Can I make a suggestion?”

make her move back to him.

”

e stared at him. “Alessandro, you have put me through hell and back and you want us to be frie

I am genuine but also to be your friend first, your lover and husband second. He thought perhaps you needed a friend more than the latter, especially since your only experience with a husband has been a bit shoddy.” He shot her a remorseful look, his cheeks pink with color.

to say.

“Three months of friendship.”

. “I can’t…” she trailed off.

e as well.”

saw the slow grin on his face. She waited for him to jump on her moment of weak

g?”

y books from the library, stay home and read. We would sometimes go dancing but my heart just isn’t in it tonight.”

d quietly.

she shrugged wit

up his phone. “I downloaded the book you had the other day and I’ve been reading

e. Had she not been stone-cold sober, she would have thought she was hallucinating. Alessandro Giordano was asking her to be friends, wanting to sit quietly and read a book, a boo

ou want me to make some tea?”