Lorenzo's POV

　　"No," she replied speedily.

　　"Aren't you being conceited now, dear wife?"

　　"I… er... that's not—no, I'm not."

　　"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Genevieve."

　　I took off my tie before removing my shirt.

　　"Your wound's all healed now," Genevieve observed, staring at me.

　　Looking down at my abdomen. It's true, but every time I look at it, I'm reminded of my deep-seated ire at Alessio and that ...