Chapter 33. His Past

Author's POV

Luciano sat in his spacious office, his leather chair turned slightly toward the window as he stared out at the city skyline. The room, a blend of luxury and functionality, was filled with the quiet hum of Christian’s voice, going over details of a new business deal.

But Luciano wasn’t listening. His mind was miles away—, where he’d spent the night tangled in Adeline’s warmth. Her laughter, her touch, the way she whispered his name—it was all he could think about, drowning out the drone of the world around him.

“Luciano,”

Christian’s sharp voice broke through his haze, pulling him back to the present.

“Hm?”

Luciano blinked, turning to face him, but his expression was far too distracted to be convincing.Christian frowned, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, elbows resting on the edge of the desk.

“You’re not even listening, are you?”

Luciano sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m lis