Chapter 461

“How many accidents has Ella had around Lorenzo? It seems like I really need to hurry back to Fiorenza; otherwise, Ella’s sensitive heart might truly be traumatized,” she thought.

“I just took off Lorenzo’s towel,” Ella said. “Do you think he’ll be so angry that he’ll just… kill me?”

Over the phone, Ella’s tone was far from calm, and she truly couldn’t calm down. Stephanie, upon hearing this, thought her ears must be playing tricks on her. “What did you say?”

She couldn’t believe her ears. Ella was always carefree, but she wouldn’t be reckless to this extent.

“I said, I took off Lorenzo’s towel!” Ella repeated.

Stephanie was stunned. “This is a pretty big accident this time.”

“Are you serious?” Stephanie asked, now certain she hadn’t heard wrong. But she was still shocked.

Taking off Lorenzo’s towel—what on earth was she thinking? Even I can’t help her now. How could she be so reckless? thought Stephanie.

“I’m serious,” Ella said.

“What happened?” Stephanie asked. She didn’t think that Ella and Lorenzo had sex. If they had, Ella wouldn’t be calling her now; she’d probably be crying to her tomorrow. And she didn’t believe that Lorenzo would have sex with Ella. After all, as Sofia…

“I… I just…” Ella’s mind was in chaos, and she didn’t know how to explain.

Stephanie coughed awkwardly. “Well, even if Lorenzo isn’t capable of that, you can’t just challenge a man’s limits and dignity like that.”

“I didn’t,” Ella insisted. “I swear I didn’t.”

“So, what really happened?” Stephanie asked.

“It’s just… I…” Ella sighed and recounted the whole story. She really wasn’t being intentional; it just seemed like bad luck. She had carefully examined the situation but still couldn’t figure out how the towel had gotten caught in her zipper.

After listening to Ella’s story, Stephanie was silent.

“I really didn’t mean to,” Ella said again.

“Okay, I believe you,” Stephanie replied.

“Really? Stefi, you really believe me? Will he believe me?” Ella was terrified. She had seen with her own eyes how Lorenzo had shot those people in the head. She was genuinely afraid that he would get dressed, come downstairs, and shoot her.

“Stefi, maybe you should have your brother call him and ask him to spare my life,” Ella pleaded, her voice trembling.

Stephanie let out a soft hiss. “Why are you crying now?”

“I’m really scared!” Ella sobbed. “You have no idea how terrifying he is.”

“He won’t,” Stephanie reassured her.

“But he will, he really will,” Ella insisted, thinking back to the cold aura Lorenzo had exuded. His temper was so bad; it was really unpredictable.

Stephanie was taken aback. Ella cried for a while over the phone, and Stephanie kept trying to comfort her, but Ella’s emotions only grew more and more out of control. She could understand Ella’s fear; after all, she had never encountered such a situation or met someone like him before. It was natural that she couldn’t handle it all of a sudden. But Stephanie had never noticed before that Ella could cry so much.

Half an hour later, Stephanie finally managed to calm her down. “You go and apologize to Lorenzo first. We’ll sort everything out when I get back.”

No matter what, she had to stabilize the situation with Lorenzo first. If she had said this to Ella half an hour ago, Ella would definitely have blown up. But now, Ella choked out a response, “Okay.”

“Go ahead. I’ll be back tomorrow,” Stephanie said.

Ella responded with another “Okay,” but her voice was still choked with fear. Stephanie comforted her a few more times on the phone before hanging up.

Listening to the beeping sounds on the phone, Ella took several deep breaths to steady her emotions. It was really something, this roller-coaster ride from embarrassment to fear—only Ella had experienced it.

She went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for Lorenzo, remembering that he had asked for it earlier. But as she reached the stairway, she saw Lorenzo standing at the railing upstairs.

Ella’s heart skipped a beat, and a few drops of water spilled uncontrollably from the glass. “Uh, Mr. Moretti,” she stammered.

Lorenzo looked at her and asked, “Why are you crying?”

Ella had probably forgotten that she had just had a nosebleed. With the blood still smeared under her nose and now on her face, she looked quite a mess.