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

the line of fire with him. But today, Bernard was on his own. Staying even one second longer felt like playing

could only wish him luck. And without waiting for Lorenzo to reply, he turned and left without

Bernard.

practically forced those two words out through his teeth. Bernard shuddered at his

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werning and why Greil was in moch a hurry to leave. They hadn’t even gone over the wound

have things to do to tear your the wound care instruction Bernard, denly realizing he’d blundered, couldn’t worry it now He hated after Cecil,

hard left

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

Lorenzo instinctively tightened his hold on her face Still

me Ella

Lorenzo didn’t refute Bernard’s earlier remark. She squirmed, and when Lorenzo didn’t release her.

her bones might crack under his

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

startled that Lorenzo wanted

“Apple oatmeal”

make apple oatmeal. She’d made it for Stephanie when she had a fever. But then she thought of

me, Lorenzo

one day before

dismissal and worried she’d

was bad,” Lorenzo’s tone was

replied automatically. She

went to his room. Ella, getting no response, pouted and went

kitchen in Lorenzo’s villa was open–plan, and the decoration was similar to others. Ella found the oats and

the phone

was heard over the phone. Ella

said, “Sebastian got drunk. I just gave him some

Ella said, “Oh.

Why call me at

I’m making oatmeal

cook oatmeal? Stephanie, who couldn’t cook, asked instinctively.

you looking down on me? You’ve eaten my