Chapter 11 Coveting His Possession

In the few days after that affair, Alessandro never touched Lucia again. Their relationship hit rock bottom. One night, Lucia woke up from her dreams again. In her dreams, Elena wore a white silk dress as she sat in the back seat of the car. Meanwhile, Alessandro had buried his head between her legs. His movements were reverent and gentle, just as he had done to Lucia that day. When he looked up, there was deep affection in his face, the likes of which Lucia had never seen before. Lucia shot up in bed. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat as her chest heaved violently. Her stomach was churning. At breakfast the next day, only the soft clinking of cutlery could be heard at the long dining table. Lucia lowered her head as she sliced the fried egg on her plate. She had no appetite at all. Alessandro was seated in the main seat. As always, he carried himself with elegance, but there was also a perpetual sense of oppression about him. He suddenly spoke up. "I'll be away for three