Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 66 | Giving Names

WARNING 18+ little behind for the already understand-all. Enjoyable!

Luvluvs, luvluvs,

Alana

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Carlotta was a bit overwhelmed by Alessandro's behavior after the man learned of the DNA test results. Alessandro asked Lombardi to call the press to announce the birth of his son to all parts of Italy. The man was too proud of his son who was not even a week old.

"I'll name him Alessandro Ferrara Junior." He said one morning to Carlotta, who was still leaning on the head of their king-size bed at Ferrara's house while nursing their son.

Carlotta rolled her eyeballs. "How will I call him later?"

Alessandro laughs. But the next sentence sounds serious. "Alessandro Ferrara Junior, of course."

"Too long." Carlotta Comments.

Alessandro immediately nodded. "He is my son. Everyone should know he's my son..."

Carlotta nodded slowly. "Everyone knows he's your son."

"He's so handsome." Alessandro approached his wife and sat down on the side of the bed. "He looks a lot like me."

Carlotta couldn't help but laugh. "You said in the hospital yourself that this baby looks more like Giacomo than you."

"No. I'm mistaken. He looks more like me. I'm his father." Alessandro won't lose.

"Indeed right. You're her father." Carlotta nodded with a smile.

"You were really mean when you tricked me and said you weren't pregnant with my son." Alessandro was still grumbling as he recalled that.

Carlotta just laughed. "You should understand that if a woman says yes, it means no. And vice versa."

Alessandro grunts.

"Don't be angry anymore, honey..." Carlotta offered the baby to be held by Alessandro.

Alessandro received the bundle and gently pinched his son's nose. "How can I be mad at you if you give me a baby this handsome?"

Carlotta laughs. "You adore your son too much."

Alessandro stroked his son's hair slowly. "of course. No one can resist its charm."

Carlotta moved to hug her husband from behind. Together they both looked at their tiny baby who had begun to sleepy from the satiety.

"He's good-looking, isn't he?" Carlotta says.

"Just a little bit more handsome than me. Carlotta, you gotta keep loving me more. Promise me." Alessandro said with a demanding tone.

Carlotta laughs. "I love you both equally as much."

Alessandro smiled, then turned around slightly to kiss his wife. "You're the best."

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"What if Massimo?" Carina asked.

Ciara, Carina, Giacomo, and Marco Bruni had gathered in Castello Ferrara's living room when they heard that Carlotta and the baby had been allowed to go home. They bring a lot of food for a small celebration party. Right now, everyone is proposing a good baby boy name. But Alessandro refused everything and insisted that the baby be named exactly after him.

"Massimo sounds good." Carlotta.

Alessandro. "Alessandro is better." Said. Carlotta turned the eyeball.

Giacomo also mentioned a name. "What about Orlando? I like that name."

Carlotta. "Good too."

Alessandro nodded back. Carlotta squinted at her husband, warning him not to keep resisting.

Ciara spoke up. "I like Salvio. It means 'smart'."

"What about Vincenzo? Means conqueror. I think you're gonna like those kind of strong names, Alessandro?" Marco proposed.

Alessandro nodded back. None of those names sounded good to his precious son.

Then, Lombardi opened his mouth. "What if you named your baby after your dead father?"

Alessandro. He glanced at Carlotta. The woman nodded.

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Alessandro's father was Maurizio. Alessandro never got to know his father, except through photos, videos, and stories of his grandmother. According to the grandmother, Maurizio was a handsome and gentle-hearted young man. He grew up under pressure as the successor to the great Ferrara family, but did not have enough confidence. His friends can never be trusted. The women around him tried their hardest to trap him in marriage for Ferrara's big name. Maurizio never had the courage to show what he liked, until one day he met a new servant at Castello Ferrara.

The waiter was very young. He had only turned twenty years old. Her name is as pretty as her face. Lucia Russo's. The name continues to haunt the beautiful dreams of Maurizio Ferrara. Until one day, regardless of social status or anything, Maurizio approached Lucia as she headed for the kitchen. They both have an equal interest in each other. Both have equally subtle characteristics. Their conversation is always fun. And their nights together made them feel more alive than in the years before they met.

Until one day, Signor and Signora Ferrara, Alessandro's grandfather and grandmother, discover the fact that their only heirs are in love with a servant. They are furious and banish Lucia Russo from Castello Ferrara without their son's knowledge. They thought, if separated from the girl, then gradually Mauricio will forget the forbidden love story and accept the arranged marriage planned by his parents.

Apparently, the plan didn't go well at all. Helena Ferrara and her husband lived for a long time in deep regret over the death of their only child. And now, Alessandro wants to alleviate a little bit of the suffering of his grandparents by naming his son after his father.

"What a great name." Carlotta cheered on her husband. "I heard, your father was a good man."

Alessandro. "My father was a good man, but I wasn't. I hope our son will be a good man like my father."

Carlotta smile. "That's a very good idea."

Alessandro looked at his wife with determination. "But, I won't let him be a person who's too good to be easily taken advantage of."

"Of course not." Carlotta Sahut.

"We also will not forbid him to be in love with any woman he loves." Alessandro.

Carlotta laughs. "Where might we do that after what happened to ourselves all this time?"

Alessandro nodded and smiled warmly at his wife. "You're right."

"I just pray that my son doesn't become a playboy like you." Carlotta.

Alessandro quickly shook his head. "I just love you. Just you."

"really?" Ask Carlotta.

"Yes. I swear." Alessandro answered while kissing the back of his wife's hand.

They had returned to the master bedroom and their guests had all returned home. Now, alone with Carlotta, Alessandro began to approach to kiss his wife's earlobe. "Are you still bleeding?"

Carlotta. However, when looking at the look on her husband's face, Carlotta felt pity. "Yes. I'm sorry."

Alessandro shrugged his shoulders. "It's not your fault."

"If I don't apologize, you'll blame the world for not being able to make love to me." Carlotta Temptation.

Alessandro bent his face. "I blame the world."

Carlotta laughed softly. "I can satisfy you in other ways."

Alessandro widened his eyes. "No."

"You'll keep going around the bush if I don't." Carlotta.

Alessandro shook his head loudly. "No, Honey. What are you-"

Carlotta was already kneeling before him. "So you want it or not?"

"No, i-i"

Be late. Carlotta has already started doing it.

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