Chapter 470

Ella hadn’t stripped Lorenzo like he had done to her. She hadn’t taken off his underwear. Something remained, but in reality, it was almost as if nothing had been left. Ella looked at him awkwardly and said, “Um, the fever-reducing medicine wasn’t working, so I had to… .”

Lorenzo’s grip on her wrist tightened. His eyes, flushed with fever, were filled with a predatory intensity that was almost feral. Ella swallowed hard, lowered her head, and whispered, “I tried calling your people, but I couldn’t get through.” Had she managed to make a call, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point.

“You, you need to let me go,” Ella said nervously. ‘Surely he didn’t think I was trying to take advantage of him? I’m no beast,’ she thought. Lorenzo gradually released her. Likely due to the severity of his fever, he quickly fell back asleep in bed.

Worried that the fever might cause complications, Ella wiped him down three times before his temperature finally stabilized. Exhausted, Ella fell asleep right beside his bed.

The next morning, Lorenzo slept until after nine o’clock, only waking up when there was a knock on the door. “Mr. Moretti, it’s me,” came Bernard’s voice from outside. Lorenzo sat up in bed and noticed Ella sleeping with her face buried beside his bed. Her hair, tousled from restless sleep, looked like a bird’s nest.

“Mr. Moretti? I’m coming in…” Since he hadn’t received a response, Bernard pushed the door open and entered. As soon as he entered, Bernard met Lorenzo’s displeased gaze. Especially when he saw Lorenzo pull the blanket over the woman beside him, Bernard was taken aback. ‘What happened last night?’ For a moment, Bernard’s mind went blank.

‘Oh no… Mr. Moretti now has a woman, and his room is no longer a place we can just barge into,’ he was a little nervous. ‘Wait… Why didn’t he respond when I’ve been calling out for so long? And now he is looking at me with that menacing expression,’ Bernard thought.

Bernard swallowed hard and said, “Mr. Moretti, I knocked. I really knocked hard.”

“Get out,” Lorenzo said icily.

Bernard’s whole body jolted, and he nodded frantically. “Yes, I’ll leave right away. I promise I’ll go far, far away.” With that, Bernard quickly exited the room and closed the door behind him.

In the room, only Lorenzo and Ella remained. Ella had been so exhausted from taking care of him last night that she hadn’t even woken up when Lorenzo had moved her onto the bed. The basin of water she had left by the bed was still there. Looking at Ella’s small, delicate face, Lorenzo instinctively reached out and pulled the blanket up higher over her.

Downstairs, Bernard saw Cecil come in and quickly approached him, whispering, “Let me tell you, that woman is definitely Mr. Moretti’s girlfriend.”

Cecil fell silent. He gave Bernard a look that seemed to say, “Figure it out for yourself.”

Bernard insisted, “I’m being honest with you.”

Cecil, with an expressionless face, said, “I have some news for you.”

“What news?” Bernard asked.

“Macro is likely to be sent to the Moalee Desert this time he comes back,” Cecil answered.

Bernard’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Are you serious? Is Mr. Giovanni trying to kill him? He’s sending him to his death?”

Macro already had a severe aversion to dirt. But Sebastian was sending him to the driest place possible. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the Moalee Desert could go a decade without rain.