It was such a cold night, yet Francesco's forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat, and he was still stubbornly pretending everything was fine.The nameless anger burning inside Adriana suddenly surged. She grabbed him and hauled him up from the ground. Her movements were rough, but when his unsteady body staggered forward, she instinctively reached out and steadied his arm.She half-supported and half-dragged him down the steps, pushed him into the back seat, and shut the door decisively.Just as she started the car, a low chuckle came from the back."What are you laughing at?" Adriana asked.Francesco didn't answer immediately. Instead, he leaned against the seat, his gaze falling on her tense profile.Her jawline was tight from anger, and a faint flush colored her skin.She looked really cute.He slowly said, "You still care about me."The burning pain twisting through his stomach from the alcohol surged again and again, but at this moment, it didn't feel quite as unbe
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