53 His little Rose

Roseline's POV

I was restless, tossing and turning in bed, unable to find any respite in sleep.

The words of Vincenzo were still ringing in my head. They have deeply hurt me. I was just trying to console him so that he doesn't feel alone. But he humiliated me in return.

I didn't know that my calling him 'Enzo' would enrage him so much. I would have never called him. I could again feel tears stinging my eyes.

Keeping his thoughts aside for the moment I closed my eyes again, trying to sleep.

My eyes snapped open again when I realized that Vincenzo had left the house two hours ago and hadn't returned yet. Despite everything he had done to me, I couldn't help but worry for his safety. My heart pounded as the clouds thundered.

He would be fine! He is a grown-up man, not a kid who doesn't need anyone to look after him.