Chapter Seventy-One: Sweeter

"I swear it was an accident; I didn't mean to break the perfume."

Reading the mood, Victoria instantly softened her voice.

Yet despite her sweet and purposefully pitiful tone, Matteo's face remained hard.

Truthfully, she had expected him to come home, complain about the smell of her perfume, and then finally drop the topic and berate her for eating cereal instead of the meals he usually cooked for her.

Why wasn't he doing that?

Instantly, she pushed her cereal aside and stood to face him, ensuring his shirt that fell to give way to her cleavage was in view. To her dismay, Matteo turned his gaze away from her.

At first, a dry laugh found her, but the more his gaze remained away from her, the more irritated she felt.

"What are we?"

At her question, Matteo looked taken aback, so much so that he turned to face her once again.

"It's been nearly ten years since we met, ten years since we fell in love, and yes, your face might turn blue at the word ‘love’, but I'm here! And I still love you