"You went to prison?" Lucius exclaimed, his brows furrowing as he tilted his head in disbelief. His fingers froze mid-stroke, no longer caressing Layla's soft hair.
"Yes," Layla admitted calmly, her gaze lifting to meet his. Her hand rested lightly on his bare chest. "But that's not the main point. Bella's leaving Italy," she added, sharing the unexpected news.
Lucius blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Bella? I thought she and Canvin were set to get married," he said, his voice tinged with surprise. "But never mind that—did Seraphina say something to upset you?" Concern darkened his gaze as he searched for an answer.
