Leo didn't fully understand how the mood in the room had swiftly shifted, and more so, how they had switched roles from a doctor and his patient, to the assulter and the assaulted.
Just by taking one glance at the all knowing look plastered on her face, he was certain that she was busy messing with him. That part was painfully obvious, after all, he was convinced there was no chance in hell, she was any serious about getting married.
He had never even met her his entire life.
'I made a wrong deduction, Vitto isn't a woman, she's the gatekeeper of hell.' he convinced himself, while searching his brain for a reasonable response to give her in return.
"The bracelet!" She suddenly cried out in realisation as she sprung up from her domineering position and sat on her knees.
Her hands frantically searched her sides, roughing up the ironed shirt Leo had specially prepared for her. She messily crawled out of the bed, and proceeded to search every nook and cranny of the bedroom.
"What bracelet?" Leo asked out of sheer curiosity, he had decided to simply forget the kiss hadn't happened and change the topic of conversation.
"Where are my clothes! It was inside it!" She said, in a loud agitated voice, furiously pulling open the cabinet drawers in search of the little trinket.
"I put your clothes to wash in the washing machine this morning." He told her, unconsciously using his eyes to search around the room for a bracelet he had no clue about.
The only thing that came to mind was the cheap trinket she showed him the first time they met.
'Someone like her couldn't be so worked up over that little thing.' he assumed, dispelling the idea from his head.
Vitto didn't wait another minute and walked out his bedroom door, with her reopened wound, which bled faster with every passing second.
Leo followed from behind, holding the bandages in his arm, a worried expression plastered across his face.
Vitto jumped down the stairs headed straight for the washing machine which was stationed underneath the staircase.
She was about to forcefully rip it open without first turning it off, but luckily, Leo caught up to her and rested his hand on her agitated shoulder.
"You should at least be sensible enough to know I wouldn't put your clothes inside without first checking for valuables." He said in a flat tone, in a bid to calm her down.
"Where did you put it?" Leo asked, as he led her away from the washing machine towards the kitchen area.
Vitto lazily scratched the back of her neck, as she tried to remember where exactly she had put it.
"It was in my back pocket." She told him with a look that spelt unsureness.
He tossed her a square look and pinched his chin, he had questions lined up for her, regarding how she found his house and why she was in such a state.
But, considering how imposing she was, he decided to take things a bit slower.
"Back pocket, huh... It was mostly filled with empty candy wrappers so I emptied it all into the bin. It was a bit dark so..." Vitto didn't wait for him to finish speaking and crouched down to the kitchen bin.
She shoved both of her hands and began to search through the beer cans and left over food bits, without any form of reservation whatsoever.
"What do you think you're doing? You'll dirty your hands." Leo cautioned, stunned by how dedicated she was to finding the bracelet. He reached out to stop her, but hesitated, leaving his arm suspended in mid air.
'If she's going through the trouble, it'll be insulting if I dampen her resolve.' he thought, returning his hand back to his side.
Hence, instead of just watching her search for the bracelet, Leo decided to help out and strolled over to the porch, with little expectations of finding it.
However, the second he stepped outside, his blue eyes fell upon the little silver trinket, laying idly on his porch, shining under the sunlight.
"Idiot." He cursed under his breath as he picked it up and held it over his head, to take a closer look at just what made this bracelet so important to Vitto.
'It doesn't seem to be anything expensive, and it doesn't have anything engraved on it. Just how bad is her taste?' no matter how long he examined the bracelet, he was fully convinced that it could be easily replaced.
He held it tightly and returned back to the kitchen, where Vitto was still in a squat position, emptying his trash bin.
"Hey, I've..." His words fell to the wind, the moment his wandering gaze fell on Vitto, who was still in the shirt he had slipped on her the previous night.
It only now occured to him, that she was in nothing but his shirt, which barely danced at her knees.
Although Leo wasn't a virgin and had had casual sex once in a while to vent out his frustrations from work. He somehow felt it improper to take advantage and stare at her body while she wasn't looking.
Hence, he slapped the bracelet on the kitchen counter, making sure it made a sound loud enough to grab her attention. Then proceeded to search the fridge for anything he could use to whip up a quick breakfast.
"Where did you find the bracelet?" She asked him as she helped herself sit on the kitchen counter.
"It was on my porch." He casually replied, taking out some sausages and eggs from the fridge.
"You shouldn't have had to dirty your hands like that if you were a bit more patient." Leo went on to say, pulling out a frying pan from the upper kitchen cabinet.
"There is always a reason to get your hands dirty." She unconsciously muttered under her breath, ignorant to the fact that her company had heard what she said, but simply chose to not pry.
"Thank you, for finding it for me." She said in a down to earth tone, Leo made a sound in acknowledgement of her thanks.
"You cook?" She pried out of curiosity, swinging her suspended feet in the air.
"It's a pass time hobby." He replied cracking the eggs into a bowl. "Whenever I had a hard time overseas, cooking helped to relax me." He chimed into the conversation.
"But forget that, I have a few questions of my own." His tone shifted, hinting that he wanted answers from her, and he wasn't going to be lenient.
"The less you know about me, the better it'll be for you. Trust me when I say that it's for your own well-being." Vitto vaguely responded, already avoiding his planned questioning.
Leo made a hiss sound under his breath and angrily looked over his shoulder at the woman sitting on his kitchen counter, wearing his shirt.
"To hell with that, don't give me crap like that one day and ask for my hand in marriage the next. I don't like it when people try to keep me in the dark about things." He blurted out, and tightened his grip on the spatula in his right hand.
Vitto who had lowered her lip to say something in her defense, sensed how frustrated he seemed and knew imposing her ideals on him would only push him farther away.
And with a heavy heart, she let out a prolonged sigh and ran her fingers through her unkempt hair.
"I knew I should have shot that bastard Ciro the moment he requested to join the family." Vitto told him, toying with a fork lying next to her.
"Whose Ciro?" Leo couldn't help but ask, the look in the woman's eye matched that of a caged beast, raging to be let free.
"The bastard who shot at me." She replied curling her fingers into an angry fist.