Italian Lover
Part 8's
He went down again with no idea how to miss the day. While walking on the terrace, he saw Ottavia sitting in the sun under an open umbrella. Ottavia wore a very minimal gold bikini that could barely cover the curves of her body.
The sky was so blue, and it was beautiful to be ignored. Maybe his father used to enjoy the same view— maybe even from this room as well. Gina asked herself, can she live without knowing the certainty of it?
He also wore a pair of branded sunglasses to protect his eyes. Her toenails, Gina did not forget to pay attention, painted in the same deep red color as her fingernails and lips. All of that makes Ottavia look more like a movie star than an Italian nobleman, Gina thought.
“Buon giorno,” greet Gina in doubt.
Ottavia pulled her sunglasses slightly and observed the cotton dress Gina was wearing with a scornful look. “I think you recovered from your fatigue last night, huh?” ask Ottavia, without feeling
I need to return Gina's greeting.
“Indeed, thank you,” said Gina reassured. He felt the need to add, “Breakfast in the morning was delicious, but I
really no need to be served like that while staying here.”
“Because you stayed here at my brother's invitation, you are entitled to be served like the other guests,” Ottavia replied subtly. “You are aware of course, how lucky it is to have Lucius' support in this.” He did not wait for Gina's answer. “But I warned you. Lucius may be watching you because he's a man and you're clear
is a beautiful woman, but it won't mean anything.”
“In other words, lest I have any thoughts that she might ask me to marry her,” Gina replied. “I will
put that in my brain.”
The insinuation had absolutely no effect on the Ottavia waterfront. “Good,” is just that his comment.
My existence here seems to be disliked Gina thought, when she saw Ottavia raise her sunglasses and lay her head on the seat pad. Gina was tempted to stay, just to
upsetting the woman, but she felt it was pointless to accompany the one who
clearly not wanting him.
He had only seen a small part of the villa's garden. Now is a good time to look around the house
from the other direction before the sunlight becomes too hot. Because he still had to stay there for a few more days, and could not go anywhere. Gina felt she would spend more time outdoors. With this kind of weather, it would not be difficult at all.
He was crossing the driveway when suddenly a low sports car was rumbling around the corner. Gina automatic
jumping to the edge to save himself, but he lost his balance and instead fell on the street, his body tense because he was sure to be hit by a car. The car stopped with a squeaking sound with the front bumper just inches from him. The driver immediately raced in Italian, without bothering to turn off the engine first. His handsome face looked anxious as it helped Gina stand up again.
“Inglese,” said Gina again, somehow for how many times, because she felt that person asked her how she was. “Non capisco.”
“English!” the man cried in shock.
“Betul.” Gina frowned slightly as she moved her knees. “Did everyone here always drive like a bat out of hell?”
The person's forehead shriveled in astonishment. “Bat?”
“It was just a phrase,” said Gina explained, sorry to have said it. “I mean, speeding, that's it.”
That wrinkled forehead, flattened back. “Ah, speeding!” Anxiety instantly surfaced again in his eyes as soon as he saw blood flowing down Gina's legs. “You're hurt! Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?”
“I didn't realize my knee was injured,” said Gina,
“Maybe scratched gravel.”
“The tree must be cleaned and treated,” said the man. “Before infection.”
“I will do it,” said Gina reassured the man. “As soon as I return home. I happen to be a guest there,”
he added that the man was not sure. “My name is Gina Redman.”
“Friends of the Carandente family?” The man sounded curious.
“Not exactly so. There's accidents. My car's badly damaged. Lu—Signor Carandente has been generous and asked me to stay at
his house until my car is fixed.”
The man's lips smiled. “Of course. Lucius was the most generous. I'm Cesare Traetta. You must allow
I'm taking you back to the villa.”
“No need, not far away,” denied Gina. “I don't want to dirty your car seat with my blood.”
“It's easy to clean.” Cesare opened the passenger car door. “Please enter.”
Gina wiped away the blood that flowed down her legs with a handkerchief before getting into the car. The car seat wrapped in soft skin was as if hugging his body, its shape was designed to hold his passenger's body firmly. It should be, Gina thought, when Cesare returned to running his car so fast that the rear tire of his car was blown. Gina suspects Cesare is still the same age as Lucius, and that means he's fifteen years older than Donata, but it looks like they're both just as reckless in driving a car.
They cornered at the last turn before reaching the front of the house, and Cesare braked his car until it squeaked. After turning off her engine, she quickly got out of the car and helped Gina out of her seat. Gina seems to have trouble standing up for fear that her skirt will
raised even higher, even though now the skirt is quite lifted.
“I don't think I need to be helped,” said Gina flatly as Cesare tried to help her up the stairs. “If I clean with a wet wipe I will be fine.”
“You're bleeding!” lucius shouted from the doorway, startling Gina who had not seen his arrival. “What happened?”
“I slipped and fell on the streets.” Gina felt no need to tell in detail the actual incident. “Signor Traetta's
very nice to take me home.”
“Cesare,” urge men behind him. “You should call me Cesare.”
Gina smiled at him. “Alright, Cesare. ”To Lucius, he said, “I'll go upstairs and clean my wounds.”
“Medicines and wound cleaning equipment will be brought to your place,” Lucius said. “We must be sure there are no objects
foreigners who stick in the wound.”
“Of course.” Gina was tired of Lucius's carelessness. “I can handle it.”
“I'm sure it.” Lucius' tone of voice sounded cold. “Your independence is amazing. But, in that case you have to wait
help.”
Seriate…
