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My breath catches in my throat as I grapple with what to say.
The truth would only put us both in danger, but I can't bear the thought of losing Felix because of the secrets I'm hiding.
"Trust me, Felix," I whisper, placing a hand on his chest.
"There's nothing to tell."
As I look into his eyes, I can see the battle raging within him: the desire to believe me, to trust in what we have together, versus the undeniable suspicion taking root.
"Alright," he says quietly, reassuringly squeezing my hand.
"I'll let it go. For now."
"Thank you," I murmur, the relief flooding through me, almost painful in its intensity.
Chapter 36
FELIX
The lights from the lamps surrounding the hedges produce a warm golden glow over the vast garden, making the lush greenery and vibrant flowers come alive with color.
A gentle breeze rustles through the leaves of the towering trees, creating a tranquil symphony that fills the air.
Though this serene atmosphere should be soothing, I can't help but feel on edge.
"Emily," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, "what's wrong?"
Her eyes dart around the garden, taking in every shadow and movement as we walk toward the car parked on the other side.
Since there was a long line of chauffeur-driven vehicles waiting for their pick-up spot on the porch, we decided to meet my chauffeur at the car.
Emily's hand trembles as she clutches her purse tightly to her chest.
She shakes her head, trying to dismiss my concern.
"Nothing, Felix," she replies, her voice wavering.
I watch her closely, noticing the slight tremor in her voice and the way her fingers keep fidgeting with her purse strap.
Something is definitely not right.
My instincts scream that danger lurks nearby, and the urge to get the truth out of Emily rises within me like a tidal wave.
I want to know what she's thinking.
I need to know what she's thinking.
But I say nothing.
She'll tell me what she has to when the time is right.
We continue walking, and I feel we are being followed.
We're about to reach our pick-up spot when two burly men jump right in front of us, blocking our path.
I'm about to draw my gun when I hear the following words.
"Come back to New York, Rosalie Battaglia. Your mother wants to have a word," the enforcer says with a smirk, looking right at Emily while leaning against a tree bark.
