/Riccardo's POV/
I didn't want to know what she had to say about my father since she has spent most of her time with my mother.
My mom left Dada and me when I was just fifteen. Suddenly, she couldn't stand my dad anymore. So, why would I want to hear someone's opinion that is dominated by a person like my mother.
"What do you think will happen when people found out that we were dating?" She asked, playing with my chest.
"Why do you ask all of a sudden?"
"I don't know. Maybe when they find out. . ." She sighed, "You're collegues will hate you,"
"Do I care?"
"I think you should," she sat properly, "It's your only way to save your job,"
"My job was already over when I helped you escape the first time," I took her hand. "It was over back then, and I knew that!"
"But—" her words were halted with a loud thud from the door.
