As soon as we returned from the cinema, I tried to slip away quietly, hoping Bruno wouldn't bring up the incident with the man.
But I should have known better.
He wasn't the type to let things go—especially not when he believed he had been wronged.
"Maria," he called, his voice calm but laced with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I turned to find him standing by the door, his eyes boring into me, unwavering.
His expression was tense, jaw clenched in that familiar way that hinted at the storm brewing inside him.
I held his gaze, refusing to let my own fear show.
"Yes?" I answered.
"We need to talk," he said simply, his tone betraying none of the anger simmering behind those dark eyes.
With a resigned sigh, I crossed my arms and waited.
If he wanted to throw accusations, then I was ready to face them head-on.
