Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 245

An hour later, Lorenzo walked out of the operating room, his expression as calm as ever. Ella had been waiting nervously by the door the entire time,

When Lorenzo saw her there, his eyes widened slightly. “You’ve been here the whole time?

His tone was unreadable. Ella nodded, tense, her gaze drifting to his shoulder, where a pressure bandage had been applied. “They got the bullet out? Does it hurt?” she asked cautiously.

Ella had never imagined that someone she knew might one day get shot. Yet here she was, living through it. She had even experienced her own brush with death not long ago.

In her mind, anyone who got shot should at least be unconscious for three days, then bedridden for a month.

But Lorenzo just walked out like it was nothing, alive and kicking. She couldn’t help but wonder if gangsters were born with underdeveloped pain receptors.

Lorenzo raised a brow at her. “You’re worried it hurts?” he asked, staring directly at her.

Ella froze for a moment before shaking her head firmly. “No. I was just making conversation.”

Without warning, Lorenzo grabbed her delicate chin between his fingers, “If you’re not worried,” he said, his voice low, “thent why are you still waiting out here?”

Ella flushed, suddenly at a loss for words. He had a point.

Just then. Cecil and Bernard followed Lorenzo out of the operating room. Both men were still wearing dark green surgical

scrubs.

Seeing Lorenzo holding Ella’s chin like that, Bernard instinctively spoke up. “Mr. Moretti, girls like gentlemen like Mr. Giovanni. Even if you’re ruthless, you should at least be gentle with girls.”

Bernard had seen firsthand just how gentle Sebastian could be with Stephanie. So of course, Sebastian became his go–to example.

As soon as he finished speaking, both Lorenzo and Cecil fell completely silent.

Cecil was stunned. Slowly, stiffly, he turned his head toward Bernard, looking at him like he’d lost his mind. Not only had Bernard dared to say something like that to Lorenzo, he had the audacity to compare him to Sebastian.

But Bernard, oblivious to the heavy silence thickening the air, added casually, “If you scare Mrs. Moretti off, you might lose her.”

Hearing this, Cecil, without missing a beat, made a run for it. “Mr. Moretti,” he said quickly, “I just remembered I have something urgent to take care of. I’ll be going

with him. But today, Bernard was on his own. Staying even one second longer felt like playing with death.

him luck. And without waiting for Lorenzo to reply, he

on Bernard. “Go on,” he said icily.

shuddered at his tone. Only then did he notice Lorenzo’s

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was in moch a hurry to leave. They hadn’t even gone over the

tear your the wound care instruction Bernard, denly realizing he’d blundered, couldn’t worry it now He

hard left him in

only Ella and Lorenzo remained in the room. Ella tried to reist her face out

hold on her face Still

me

was puzzled why Lorenzo didn’t refute Bernard’s earlier remark. She squirmed, and when

She felt her bones might crack under

her say it hurt, Lorenzo froze, then let go. “Go make some oatmeal,” he

was startled that Lorenzo wanted her to cook

“Apple oatmeal”

she had a fever.

by me,

confused. When she first arrived, there was no cook. The cook was hired for just one day before getting the sack. Ella knew Lorenzo, being

dismissal and worried she’d have to take over

cooking was bad,” Lorenzo’s tone was

pretty good, Ella replied automatically. She wasn’t picky and enjoyed most

and went to his room. Ella, getting

was similar to others. Ella found the oats and apples. While cooking

answered the phone

was heard over the phone. Ella

got drunk. I just gave him some black

Ella said, “Oh.

“What about you? Why call

making oatmeal for Lorenzo.”

you cook oatmeal? Stephanie, who couldn’t

down on me? You’ve eaten