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CHAPTER FIFTY ONE
ROCCO’s POV, Staring back at her, I can’t help but laugh at myself. What the heck are my doing asking her to stop f*****g Valentino? Am I being serious right now? What’s with the quiver in my voice, am I sad? What’s with the whole rollercoaster of emotions surging through my veins? When I saw her wrapped around in Valentino’s arms earlier, I had the urge to punch the wall but I held myself, it wasn’t like I was in love with her, I am only focused on getting my bet fulfilled but right now, I am not so sure about what I want anymore. She looked so sick when I saw her in the kitchen and how I wanted to pull her into my arms but yet again, I tried to hold myself. But here she is lying down on her hospital bed with her whole attention on me, is that a smirk dancing at the base of her lips?
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