I didn't believe in the words Martha had said, not even in Leonardo's confession, he never seemed to me a man of that kind... I never imagined he was only interested in sleeping with any woman he came across, in fact, I refused to believe it, I had a very different vision of him, he was an attentive, loving man, willing to do anything to make my day when I was sad, that was the Leonardo I knew, not the promiscuous one his mother and he himself referred to.“What are you thinking about?”. Leonardo asked, he was leading me to the room where I would stay, his house was huge, something that made me a little sad, I should not be here, I could see for miles, after everything I had experienced this day, that Leonardo and I are not of the same social class.“In what your mother said. You don't seem to be that kind of men, who like promiscuity and playing with those women you can care about”. I mentioned, thinking in detail about every word she said.“That's the truth, but in my defense, those
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