Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 90 | New York At Last

Hellooo guys I came back after releasing new noveluu for new race ♡

It still has something to do with this novel but can be really if you want to read it separately yes. More details I will share after this ♡

Oh yeah I forgot I brought a recommendation from my friend again. Come around.

Luvluvs, luvluvs,

Alana

***

Martha takes Carlotta into a private elevator to the floor where Alessandro's penthouse is located. Carlotta was hesitant at first, but Martha looked at her expectantly, so she thought there was no harm in taking a private tour of her husband's residence. Errata, ex-husband, if the divorce has been taken care of completely.

How long does divorce take? Or the annulment of marriage? Should Roberto and his law firm apply for a divorce to the Vatican first? Carlotta nodded tiredly. He doesn't want to think now.

"Signor Alessandro rarely stays here, Madam. All of the existing designs are purely from early designers and there have been no changes at all, except wedding photos in the master room and in the workspace Signor Alessandro. If you want to plan some changes, we'll be happy to do it for you." Martha said kindly.

Carlotta's heart felt as if it was squeezed. "Alessandro put up our wedding photos in his room and workspace here?"

Martha nodded quickly and smiled widely. "That's why our entire staff knows you so well, Madam. You want to see it?"

"Can't you?"

"of course! Let's follow me, madam." Martha pointed the way to Carlotta while giving a brief explanation of the charmer's griya. "This is the main part of the whole house. We put a grand piano in the middle of the room because we heard Signor Alessandro and you love playing the piano.

Carlotta stopped walking suddenly. He moved to observe the piano more closely. "Alessandro said that?"

Martha nodded again with pride. "Signor Alessandro always calls you and all your preferences when ordering designs for this whole place, Madam." Martha pointed at a window and its large, heavy curtains. "Signor Alessandro asks for a big window with light blue curtains with a silvery hint because he thinks you will like it. Signor Alessandro also handpicked all the furniture that you would love, Madam."

Tears involuntarily dripped down Carlotta's cheeks. Then, without being held back, Carlotta sobbed.

He can't do this. He did not want to divorce Alessandro. Is it too late to cancel the divorce? And most importantly, has his father fulfilled his promise by releasing Alessandro?

"Mrs ...." Martha immediately felt confused because she suddenly saw Carlotta crying.

Carlotta rubbed her own tears violently, then said. "Please leave me alone."

Martha nodded. "There are six rooms here, Madam, and the main room is in the corner. It is situated in Central Park and Madison Avenue. Then, excuse me. Please call me if you need anything. I'll be outside."

Carlotta immediately went to the main room and sure enough, in the beautiful room with the dominance of those elegant colors, there was a large wedding photo mounted on the wall. Carlotta observed the image of Alessandro there. That guy is so handsome. Carlotta instantly felt claustrophobic from longing once again.

"Alessandro ...." Carlotta said her husband's name slowly. As if by calling out his name, the man would instantly appear here for him. "Alessandroku ...."

Carlotta sat on the bed and covered her face with her palms as tears began to spill again. He felt all the emotions that had been running him over the past few days befalling him, and he was very tired of it all. Carlotta then laid her body on the mattress and moved her hands to feel the pillow that Alessandro might have used. She buried her head in search of her husband's scent, but to no avail. There was only the smell of fresh new pillowcases from the laundry place with luxurious cloth perfumes.

Carlotta then fell asleep in a long, quiet sleep without a dream.

***

Carlotta's hallucinations of the man were so perfect. His whole body looks real. Carlotta tried to resist the urge to reach out and touch Alessandro's shadow before his eyes, but his fingers would not obey.

And he was even more shocked when his hand touched a solid object.

The shadow of Alessandro smilingly saw Carlotta gasp. No. gabe. Not shadow. That is Alessandro!

"You ... How did you get here?" Carlotta doesn't believe this. Alessandro is here with him? Is this real?

"Darling ...." Alessandro pulled Carlotta into the man's arms. "You went away from me to visit my apartment on the other side of the world, and sleep on my bed? I think your efforts to get away from me are a little bit...it's a waste, isn't it?"

Carlotta tried to break away. "No. Alessandro, we're divorced. Don't touch me, please ...."

Alessandro held Carlotta tighter. "You think you can run away from me?"

Carlotta wanted to push Alessandro away, but the man's embrace was the most comfortable in the whole world. Oh God. Can he enjoy this for a moment?

Alessandro felt Carlotta's resistance begin to weaken. He pulled a bit of golden hair from his wife's face and looked at her. "Your eyes are swollen. You must have cried a lot."

"No." Carlotta shook her head stubbornly.

"How could you think of separating from me but continue to cry for me like this?" Alessandro laughed softly.

Carlotta is embarrassed. "I'm not crying you."

"No. You just cried because you didn't want to be separated from me." Alessandro laughed even harder.

Carlotta pinched the man's waist in annoyance. Alessandro dodged while laughing.

"Again ...." Alessandro said slowly. "Don't I promise to stick to you like a shameless person?"

Carlotta fell silent. Tears in the corners of his eyes began to reappear. Does he feel like this? Because with Alessandro he felt loved. And he was too greedy to let go of the happiness he felt now.

"Don't cry, Cara Mia. I'm not going anywhere." Alessandro stroked Carlotta's cheeks and nose lightly. "And neither will you go anywhere without me anymore."

"W-what about Papa? I promised Papa I'd divorce you. Otherwise, Papa will kill you and Maurizio!" Carlotta was screaming hysterically.

"No, Honey. That's not gonna happen. Your father was bluffing. And you shouldn't just believe that threat." Alessandro growled low.

Carlotta broke free from Alessandro's embrace and immediately got out of bed. He began to walk back and forth in front of a large window overlooking Central Park. "How could I not believe it? Papa made a video call with me and scratched your neck with a dagger. He uttered a threat that made me want to die!"

"Calm down, honey. Looky-necked. No injuries mean anything." Alessandro looked at the old Carlotta. "I know what we have to do to stop all your papa's madness."

***