Vincenzo stood there with his dark eyes locked on Anna. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He simply watched, observing her carefully, his gaze unwavering.

Anna’s chest tightened, and her heart hammered in her ears. Fear ran through her as she held Vincenzo’s gaze, unable to look away. The silence between them was tense and heavy.

Vincenzo continued to stare at Anna, his dark gaze fixed and unyielding, as Anna finally found the courage to speak.

“Bo—” she began, her voice barely ...