Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 79 | Bad Hunch

Readersssku dear ♡ maapin if Lana cross-numbers last week yaa. Starting today will be updated every day again kayak before because it has been done writing a new race script (doain hopefully accepted) hehehe. Thank you for all the support hopefully you like ♡

I want to tell you a little story. Yee si Lana hobbies curcol *digeplak readers. At first I entered the story that his son Alessandro and Carlotta made a new race, but it turned out that the story was less into the theme. So I made a new story again, this time about Maurizio's friend. Don't be sad if you're not the main character Maurizio in my next novel. He will be nongol-nongol tep there because sohiban the same Male Lead. Won't you wonder? Haha

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Alana

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Carlotta didn't know why, but her heart wasn't calm this afternoon. Ever since last night after telling Alessandro what really happened ten years ago, Carlotta felt something was wrong with her husband's attitude. Alessandro looked like he was holding back. The man was obviously angry, but Carlotta did not know to whom.

Maybe, more of a situation. Obviously the situation between them before was really detrimental, in the eyes of Alessandro. However, Carlotta himself prefers to make peace with the past. If circumstances were different, and Alessandro had never been expelled from Verona, perhaps the man would never have gone to Rome and met his grandparents. If the situation was different, perhaps Carlotta would be too comfortable living simply as a gardener's wife, instead of trying hard to get the glory of achievement in the entertainment world. There's nothing to regret. Now they are happy together.

Carlotta suddenly feared that Alessandro would do something reckless. The woman could not stop thinking negatively. Plus, ever since Alessandro left the house this morning, Maurizio kept crying uneasily for no reason.

Marco sits with his legs crossed while reading a fashion magazine. Every now and then, his eyes glanced at Carlotta who was walking pacing around in the middle of the room. "Relax, Carlotta. It's you who's making Maurizio nervous. I hear babies are very sensitive to their mother's feelings."

Carlotta patted the baby softly she held in her chest and muttered the words to stop her son's crying.

Marco now closed his magazine and stood up. "Here, let me." He hurriedly took over Maurizio and held the puffed up baby boy up high. "Sweet boy, smart as you are. Come on, honey, stop crying." Marco let out funny expressions, then Maurizio completely stopped crying.

"You're great with kids." Carlotta said thank you.

Marco laughing. "I'm not the one who's great with them, but you're the one who's making your own baby nervous, Carlotta."

Carlotta sighs. "Alessandro's phone could not be reached. So is Lombardi's cell phone."

"Maybe they're in an important meeting or something. The phone is deliberately turned off so as not to interfere." Marco said. "After all, he hasn't been gone in half a day, but you've missed him."

Carlotta stopped walking back and forth. "No, I don't miss him." The woman's cheeks met red like a school girl who just had a crush on someone.

Marco hands Maurizio back to Carlotta, then settles himself into a large sofa with a lazy face. "May you still be drunk with love after having been in love for ... ten years?"

Carlotta turned the eyeball. "We've been apart for ten years, Marco."

"And still love each other during the separation. Justjust wonderful. If I hadn't met my girlfriend for a week, I'd have forgotten I had a boyfriend." Marco tickled.

"The problem is not that. Last night I told you something that made Alessandro mad." Carlotta moved back in agitation and Maurizio started crying again.

Marco calls one of Carlotta's nannies who stands guard outside the door of the nursery and hastily hands Maurizio to her before the baby's cries get louder.

"You're right. I made my baby nervous." Carlotta said softly as she saw Maurizio silent in the hands of others.

Marco slicked his shoulders. His gaze said, 'What did I say too.' The man pointed at the exit. "We should go somewhere else. I don't want you interrupting your own son's nap time."

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Alessandro's grandfather and grandmother were having tea in the pavilion when they saw Carlotta and Marco walking towards the garden. Carlotta looked like a man who had lost his way. Therefore, Alessandro's grandmother called him to come closer.

"Carlotta! Marcos! Come here, let's have some tea with us!" Granny Helena.

Carlotta and Marco immediately approached and sat in the pavilion with her husband's grandparents. The pavilion was not very large, but it was actually capable of loading several round tables. However, Alessandro's grandparents preferred to put only one table with six seats around it. Ferrara Park in the afternoon is very green and refreshing to the eyes. Many birds and butterflies fly. Meanwhile, fragrant flowers are smelled from flower arrangements in vases that are replaced every morning by professional florists.

"You want to drink something?" Ask Grandma Helena to Carlotta.

Helena's grandmother asked Marco the same question. Marco replied that he wanted espresso. Double shot's.

Then Carlotta changed her mind. "Can I have some wine? I need alcohol."

Alessandro's grandmother and grandfather looked at Carlotta in confusion. "Is there a problem, honey?" Ask the grandmother.

Marco laughed amusedly. "Carlotta was only worried because Alessandro hadn't gone home yet and his phone couldn't be reached."

Grandpa Alessandro laughed. "Gosh, Son. I thought what the problem was. That's normal for Alessandro. He likes it when he is too focused on work. When the phone goes low and dies, she won't know."

Alessandro's grandfather's words calmed Carlotta down a little. Just slightly. Carlotta did not know how Alessandro was before, but when he was with him, Alessandro was always there. Alessandro's absence of goods for a while had disturbed Carlotta's peace of mind.

Drinks orders Carlotta and Marco coming. Without waiting for anything else, Carlotta downed his wine like he was drinking beer. His head was a little floating.

Suddenly, Carlotta's phone rang. Carlotta opened it immediately and hoped it was Alessandro. Apparently not. A new unknown number.

Unsuspecting, Carlotta picked up the call. "Ciao?"

"Ciao, Carlotta." There was a very familiar voice in Carlotta's ear.

"Papa?" Carlotta was shocked to death.

His father laughed across the street. "You don't sound happy to get a call from me."

"N-no, of course I'm happy. Papa, how are you?" Carlotta let out a kind of carefree voice so as not to offend her father.

His father laughed again across the street. "My news is very good. Moreover, I'm with my daughter-in-law right now."

Carlotta's heart stopped beating. "Together Alessandro?"

Rocco Marinelli chuckles again. "Yes. You want to talk to your husband?"

"Yes! Yes, Papa. Please give the phone to Alessandro. I'm worried about not being able to reach her since." Carlotta sounded desperate.

"But, how, huh? Alessandro Ferrara is sleeping." Rocco.

"What do you mean, Papa?" Carlotta started to fret.

Rocco Marinelli changed his phone mode to videocall. Later, Carlotta sees Rocco pointing his camera at Alessandro sleeping at a lavish dining table.

"Your husband looks exhausted." Rocco said with a face full of false sadness.

Carlotta was really scared not to play. "What did you do to Alessandro, Papa?"

Rocco Marinelli pretends to be pouting. "What do you think? He looked sleep deprived and I just helped him rest for a while."

Carlotta refrained from shouting. "Mr ..."

Rocco Marinelli appears to be holding up a playful bread knife. "Or I can help him rest for good."

Carlotta almost dropped the phone in her hand.

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