Chapter 262: Possibility
The moment they got into their room, Matteo locked his grip on her arm and pulled her toward him and wrapped her in his arms, cradling her face against his shoulder.
"I’m sorry," He whispered against her head, squeezing her tenderly. "I should’ve known that you would not like my gift."
"It’s not that I don’t like it," she spoke in a muffled voice. He released her head, allowing her to pull back and look at him. This time, there was no vexation in her gaze, only something he recognized all to well—and it sent an arrow right through his chest, as he knew there would be absolutely no way for him to reciprocate it.
"Then what is it?"
"I did not like what you did at the restaurant. I don’t mind wearing it at other places, I also don’t mind you turning it on at other places, but in such a sophisticated place, where there was every risk of me getting kicked out for simply using my cutlery the wrong way," when she made the statement, he let out an involuntary giggle, attracting an ’I’m serious’ look from her. He rose his hand over his head and apologized, and then she continued.
"What I’m trying to say is—it felt kind of embarrassing going through that in such a place. I’ve never been to such a place. That’s why it surprised me when the car pulled up at such a place.
When she’d finished her confession, he wrapped his arms around her once again, and squeezed her while he spoke. "I know what I must do then."
"And what is that?" She asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
"I’ll simply have to make sure that you experience everything before I take you on such a thrill."