Another chapter of Ermanno and Rosa is here...

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I had gone to bed quite late. Adele and Ric ended up staying for the dinner. After that, I helped Ermanno with the medicines and dressings.

I was really exhausted and each cell of my body was badly aching. But on the contrary, my mind was really active. I was wondering about that Luca Martinez.

Who was he?

Why did he want to kill Ermanno?

At the thought of Ermanno’s death, my heart rebelled against my mind. I felt an excruciating pain and fear, even at the thought of him getting hurt.

I was also pondering over my feelings for him. What was all that I was feeling for him?

Had I started liking him? Or was it a mere attraction? Could it be that I was infatuated to him because of spending so much time with him? Was his good looks the reason of my feelings for him? Was I feeling all that because of his flirt behavior with me?

But Ermanno didn’t seem to be the kind of guy who flirted around with girls. I had seen him interacting with Francesca and Adele, and he respected both of them a lot. He even respected me too.

Everything was so messed up!

If I was really feeling for Ermanno, than what about Albert? Had I stopped loving him? But you couldn’t just stop loving anyone.

But I also couldn’t deny the fact that what I felt for Ermanno, I had never felt with Albert. The nervousness, the blushes, the racing heart, the urge to constantly stare at him, it was all new for me.

I was in such a pandemonium regarding my feelings. Infact, I was not willing to continue with my plan to escape from here.

All those thoughts continued to invade my mind until I succumbed into a deep slumber.

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Next morning, I got up late. I hurriedly took a shower and got ready for the day. I hope that Ermanno had eaten his breakfast and took his medicines on his own.

Because he could be a 2 years old in the matter of taking medicines!

I huffed at the thought and went straight to his room, across mine.

I knocked on his door and went inside when he replied with the faint ‘come in’. What I saw inside, made me angry.

He was sitting on his bed, against his headrest, with his laptop placed on his lap and some files scattered around him, open.

Before I could say anything to him, he beat me to it, “Why did you knock? You don’t need to ask my permission for coming here, amore mio.”

(My love)

My heart jumped in my chest, knowing that he was giving me special treatments, but I had other matters to focus at the moment.

I spoke, “I am sorry. I didn’t knew about it. I will remember it from now onwards. But you! Please enlighten me that since when were you allowed to stress yourself by immersing yourself into work?” I narrowed my eyes at him in the end.

He chuckled at me and spoke, “I was adviced for a bedrest and practically, I am on my bed, in a resting position only, piccola.”

(Babe)

I raised my eyebrows at him and spoke, “You are not a kid to be explained to you in detail, what a complete bedrest means. So don’t play smart with me.”

He playfully raised his hands in surrender and spoke, “I wouldn’t dare, tesoro.”

(Sweetheart)

I knew that it was useless to make him stop doing his work; he was too stubborn to listen. So I gave up and sighed, “So you won’t listen to me, I guess.”

He told me, “It’s just a little, Rosa. Just 5 more minutes, until it’s all over. After that, we can spend all the day, together.”

The idea of being with him all day brought excitement and joy to my heart. I nodded at him and asked, “So, have you eaten your breakfast and medicines?”

He smiled at me sweetly and spoke, “I was waiting for you.”

A goofy smile threatened to form on my lips and I tried hard to control it. He made me feel special each time, like I was important for him.

I nodded at him and he resumed his work. I had nothing to do, so I strolled towards his big, glass window and to see the view outside. I looked over his beautiful garden, especially his enchanting rose garden. It reminded me of the day when I went there. It was so serene and peaceful.

“Want to go there after breakfast?” Ermanno’s voice interrupted my observing session.

I turned to him and excitedly asked, “Really?”

He nodded at me and said, “Yeah, amore mio.”

“But your wound?” I asked him worriedly.

He told me, “It is a lot better than yesterday, and for your relief Xander has adviced me to walk around a little.”

I felt relieved hearing that and told him, “That’s a good thing. I’ll bring our breakfast here, then we can go there.”

He suggested, “Or we can eat in the dining room only, on our way to there?”

I smiled at him, “Yeah, we can.”

I moved to help him downstairs.

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We were sitting on the bench in the rose garden after our breakfast. There was a comfortable silence in between us, which he broke after sometime.

“This garden was a gift to my mama from dad,” he told me.

It was the first time he was opening up to me, so I listened to him, without interrupting him in between. I wanted to know who Ermanno D’Amelio really was, behind his cold exterior. I wanted to know him beyond what people thought of him.

He continued, “She loved roses. So when he built this mansion, he made this special section for her. He had ordered roses of all colours available, from around the world. So that, she could watch them whenever she wanted to. I remember that they used to spend their evenings here only, whenever dad could make home early from his busy schedule. It used to be their spot.”

He chuckled in the end, with tears clearly reflecting in his magnetic eyes. He was clearly hurting for them. My heart went out for his pain. I held his hand and gently squeezed it. He looked at me and interwined our fingers.

He told me further, “They were the perfect couple. And I wished for the same. I wouldn't have believed in love, if I had not witnessed theirs with my own eyes.”

I spoke, “You must be missing them very much?”

“Each day of my life. Mom was sweet and loving while dad was a little arrogant. But with mom, he was the sweetest man you could ever find. He treated her like she was a rare treasure, protecting her with everything he had,” he reminisced.

“I wish that I could have met them.” I told him, honestly.

He sighed, “Me too. Mom would have loved you. She always told me to treat my better half with love and respect because they are the best thing that happens in our life. She said that it depends on us if we make our married life better or ruin it.”

He then, guiltily continued, “I am so sorry, Rosa, for loosing my temper that day. I should have handled the situation calmly, instead of shouting at you that day. Please forgive me.”

I replied, “You don’t need to apologize. I have already forgiven you. And to be honest, I was at fault too. I should have told you about Albert before.”

He asked me, “Albert?”

“My ex-boyfriend,” I told him hesitantly. I was afraid of his reaction on the mention of his name.

Instead, he asked me calmly, “Do you love him?”

Did I really loved Albert? What should I answer him, when I was myself confused over that topic. He was looking at me expectantly, with a guarded expression marring his features. I knew that whatever I was going to answer him, it will decide my future.

Would he let me go if I said yes? Was it really my chance to escape our betrothal?

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