Adriana's POV

After Diego stormed upstairs, I slumped back onto the sofa, replaying the drama that had unfolded just moments ago. I couldn't believe how adept he was at administering first aid. He focused intently on cleaning my wound while I sat there, staring at him like a fool.

It was the first time he had ever shown such gentleness toward me, and I found myself wishing I could savour that moment again.

Just then, the chef approached and gently touched my hand. I looked at her, ...