CHAPTER 120
ROMEO'S POV
Two weeks had passed, and the house finally felt quieter. Not completely, Nonna still prowled like a hawk, and Katya remained somewhere in the back of my mind.
But for now, it was night, and the world outside my window was dark and still. I was in my room, sitting in the high-backed leather chair by the window, the estate lights spilling across the floor in fragmented patterns.
The documents from the meeting were stacked neatly on my desk, untouched since the last signatures.
For once, I didn't feel the itch to micromanage every line, every percentage.
The air smelled faintly of polished wood and my aftershave, sharp.
I leaned back, pressing my head into the chair, and let out a long breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
The room was silent. I allowed myself to feel the exhaustion creeping in. My legs ached, my body reminded me I was still immobile, but my mind… my mind refused to rest.
