Chapter 47

Lorenzo kindly pulled out the chair for her, helping her settle at the small, charming café table overlooking the park. He ordered two espressos in flawless Italian, and while they waited, he kept his eyes on her with sincere but respectful interest.

“You know, Patrícia… you can tell when someone speaks about another person with passion,” he commented, resting his elbow on the table. “Your husband is a lucky man.”

She looked at him, surprised, blinking a few times at the direct state