In Francesco's eyes, there was not the slightest trace of desire—nor even any extraneous emotion at all.And yet, Sophia still remembered it clearly: that chance encounter in the church in Heatherton City, where she had seen Francesco's eyes—lost, hollow, and quietly in pain."Come in."Francesco's voice had already returned to calm.Sophia pushed the door open and saw shattered porcelain scattered across the floor.She did not question him. Instead, she first called for the servants to clean it up.Only after they had withdrawn did she speak."What were you thinking about last night?""Bianca," Francesco replied lightly, brushing it off."You were thinking about Adriana," Sophia said bluntly, cutting straight through his excuse.She stepped closer. "You divorced her, drove her away, and then turned around and married me. Even if we separate, do you really think there's still any possibility between you two?""It has nothing to do with you. Once my father takes Bianca away,
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