"What?" Dillon wasn't sure what he had just heard was the right thing, for this thumping and ear- painful music was still reverberating in the room from the arena below, where people were dancing like mad, shaking their bodies as if they would die otherwise they would be frozen.
"I want a divorce!" Giana shouted into Dillon's ear so loudly that the man had to push Giana's body away from him, making her fall back on the sofa in the process.
However, this time Dillon was lucky, because Giana was no longer trying to stand up and cursing, the woman curled up on the sofa, hugged her knees and buried her face in between them.
Her long, loose hair, partially covered Giana's expression, but seeing her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, Dillon could tell that she was crying.
"Giana…" Dillon walked over to Giana and shook her shoulder gently, his voice no longer sounded angry.
