Genevieve's POV
The metal door opens as Alessio walks in.
"I need to have a word with you in private."
"I'll be back, my love," he leaned down, dropping a kiss on my lips as I sat frozen in my spot, glowering at him.
He drops another peck on my lips before leaving with Alessio.
"You should be happy someone that handsome is infatuated with you, sweet cheeks. It's hard to come by."
"Can you listen to yourself talk? Do you sound like a normal, reasonable person to yourself?" Claudia expressed.
"Yes," she nodded once.
"Claudia, are you okay? Does your cheek hurt?" I asked.
"I'm okay," she responded.
"A simple slap can't end a person's life, you know?"
"She's in her delicate era, that's why," Marcella interjected.
"Oh, she's going to be a mommy? I love children, may I have yours when you give birth?"
"Over my dead body."
"That can be arranged, mama bear," she smiles.