
Savero got out of the car after returning home from the hospital to take care of his transfer files. He plans to start the practice at the family-owned Cannosa hospital of the mother of Ruella—Renata.
When he came down, his gaze was distracted on the terrace in the garden in front of his house where Ruella was sitting alone, enjoying a glass of orange juice.
Ever since knowing Ruella's past made Savero feel a little empathetic towards the woman. No one would be able to eliminate the bad past in their minds, it made the man become a little understood why Ruella became the woman she is today.
"What are you doing here? The sun's almost drowned, you'll get winded later." Savero said as he approached Ruella.
"Today it was very hot. I just want to get some air outside because I feel like I'm always in the room." Answer Ruella put a glass containing orange juice that she had drunk half. "You take it easy, I won't get sick."
Savero walked closer to the park chair that Ruella was sitting on and handed a bag of parcels that read Pasticceria Martesana.
"You're out of this bakery?" Ruella received Savero's gift with great pleasure. "You should have brought Flavia here. I want to talk to him."
"Yes, tomorrow I'll ask him to come." Savero replied in a flat tone.
"The bread from the store was delicious. I'd love it if Flavia married you soon, Sav. I'll ask him to make me bread every day." Ruella exclaimed as she chewed on a piece of meat-filled bread. "Oh yeah, when are you going to marry her?"
Savero did not answer. The man who was still standing did not want to discuss the matter as he felt it was not something he could talk about with Ruella.
"Why? Too bad, it seems like she still doesn't want to marry you, right?" Ruella's tone of voice sounded like it was mocking for Savero. "Yes better not marry a weak man like you."
Savero's gaze turned slightly annoyed as Ruella made fun of him. Wanting her to make the woman withdraw her words but remembering how her condition was pregnant and about Ruella's past, Savero held back. He just sighed without saying anything and then turned around.
When Savero turned around, he saw Donzello walking towards them. Just now his father came home from work, and immediately look for the figure of his wife who was on the terrace of the park with his son.
"You're home yet?" Savero to Donzello. "I'll rest first."
After saying that, Savero walked away from the place.
"How was your day, Don? What's the problem at the office?" Ruella immediately stood up and gave her kiss to welcome her husband home. "Are you tired?"
"My tiredness disappeared when I saw my beautiful wife." Donzello grabbed onto Ruella's body. "What are you eating?"
"Sav gave me bread from the Flavian bakery. I didn't think he was so good to me that he gave me this bread so often. You want the bread?" Tanya Ruella picked up a bread pack that contained some bread in it.
"Yes, he's a good guy." Say Donzello with a big smile.
The sun is sinking fast. Ruella with Donzello and Savero enjoying their dinner. Italian dishes are served with various types of cuisine as a dinner menu.
"Don, can I open a boutique? I want to do something." Ruella asked turned to Donzello.
"Butik? That's something nice. You can open it. It can make you not feel bored just being at home." Donzello answered with a smile.
Seemed a sense of pleasure from the look on Ruella's face after hearing the answer from her husband. Indeed, he who just stayed at home had made him feel bored and wanted to do something. Opening a boutique is her dream.
Donzello turned to his son after hearing his words.
"You can do it when your pregnancy is safe. Stay home and rest." Take Savero seriously.
Ruella was not happy with the answer Savero gave, especially not asking permission from the man but her husband—Donzello.
"Why should I listen to you? I didn't ask you for permission." Ruella Protest.
"That's Sav, Rue. You better rest for now until your pregnancy is safe or even wait until you give birth later." It was Donzello who came to agree with Savero's words about Ruella's wishes.
Ruella clucked in annoyance and looked at Savero by bending his face. Of course she became very angry because of the prohibition of Savero heard by her husband.
In the room after dinner, Ruella was on top of her bed texting Emiliano. He expressed his regret at his friend about his failure to open a boutique.
"Rue, tomorrow I'm going to Genoa for an important meeting. I won't be long." Said Donzello who just got in after receiving a call.
"What does it mean it won't be long?" Ruella asked who started to show her sour face because she could already guess Donzello's intentions.
"I'll be in Genoa in a few days." Answer Donzello. "You take it easy, it won't take long. I'll be home soon, the day after tomorrow or again."
"Will Sofia come with you?" Ruella got up from her seat and stood in front of Donzello.
"You take it easy, there's no need to worry about anything, Rue." Donzello said holding onto Ruella's shoulder but the woman immediately brushed aside.
"Whatever. Just do everything you want to do." Ruella exclaimed in an extremely annoyed tone as she rushed out of her room.
The resentful feeling that had plagued Ruella made the woman reluctant to be in the room with her current husband. He chose to be on the balcony by sitting there while enjoying warm milk.
The woman continued to grumble about Donzello going to Genoa tomorrow morning while the man forbade her to open a boutique just because of Savero's words.
"It really pisses me off." Racau Ruella with annoyance.
His phone rang, he saw a name he had just saved. Ciro Tonali called. Soon Ruella answered him.
"Madam, tomorrow the man will have dinner at Ristorante Glauco with a woman I hired to lure him. I'll try to do the plan I told you before." Ciro said on the other end of the phone.
"Ristorante Glauco?" Ruella. "Well, tomorrow night I'll be around to see it all." Ruella answered with a face that stiffened with anger mixed with her fear.
Inside the balcony, it turns out Savero stole hear what Ruella said on the phone earlier. The man stood behind the slightly closed curtain with a thought that became curious as to what Ruella would do tomorrow.
"I think I'm lucky Don's leaving tomorrow." Ruella.
...–NATZSIMO–...