When dinner arrived Gina looked so different when she wore makeup on her face, Massimo, who was sitting opposite her, didn't take his eyes off her for a second.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with my face?" asked Gina anxiously.
Massimo smiled, he slowly backed his chair and patted his thigh. "Come here, sit on my thigh."
Gina's face immediately turned red. "Do not be crazy!"
"I'm serious, sit on my lap." Massimo repeated his words.
Gina didn't flinch, ignoring Massimo's orders.
"Gina..."
"We're at the dinner table, Massimo. Don't mess around, after all, you don't see a lot of people around us at the moment." Gina growled with emotion.
Massimo raised an eyebrow at Gina's words, the man slowly looked around. A dozen bodyguards, five cooks and eight maids were surrounding them.
