Bianca looked down at her hands, her fingers slowly curling together as determination replaced the earlier shock. "I can't give up, Julian."
She didn't want him.
Not even after everything.
And yet… as he watched her standing there, stubborn and beautiful and impossibly loyal to the wrong man, the feeling inside him refused to die.
If anything, it only burned hotter.
"You would rather love a man who doesn't give two shits about you," he said.
"He wasn't given the opportunity to know me either," she replied firmly. "He was always travelling from country to country to get trained and then he took over New York. There was basically no time at all for him to know me even after we got married."
There it was again—that unwavering defense of Luca.
"That was by his own design," Julian said quietly. "Bianca…"
