Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Chapter 64

This villa had become very familiar to me. Of course, I also knew that Enzo could be anywhere within the mansion. The villa hadn't changed since I left. The only thing that had changed was the atmosphere here, which was very heavy and gloomy.

"Mr. Enzo is inside, madam," the maid led me to the bedroom and spoke gently. She didn't leave immediately but stood there, looking at me.

"Where are my children? I want to see them first and make sure they are safe," I held onto my hand tightly, speaking. Part of it was my concern for my children, and another part was my apprehension about facing Enzo.

It was only now that the maid dropped her friendly demeanor and the fake smile. She spoke sternly, "Madam, you should understand that your children are also Mr. Enzo's children. Mr. Enzo cannot harm his own children. I hope you'll respect Mr. Enzo."

I understood the maid's words very well. I knew that Enzo was the father of my children, but the only thing was that I didn't trust him. In my eyes, Enzo was just a scheming and manipulative person. He had taken my children away multiple times for frivolous reasons.

I looked at the maid coldly and said, "I have reasons to say those things."

Entering the unchanged bedroom, Enzo was wearing a fur robe and lounging on the sofa. On the table, there was a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Come here," Enzo gestured, his gaze fixed on me as he spoke in a low and slightly hoarse voice. I hesitated but still walked over to sit opposite him.

Enzo skillfully poured wine and handed me a glass. I squinted at the glass in front of me.

"I didn't come here to drink with you," I said, and I also didn't know if he added anything to the wine.

Enzo observed my reaction, and he just lightly said, "I know. The kids are already asleep, so you don't have to worry. Relax, I can see that your complexion isn't great."

Since entering the villa, I still didn't understand why Enzo wanted me here and why he deliberately brought Rollo here without my permission. Did he think that being Rollo's father gave him the right to do so?

Enzo's calm and composed attitude irritated me. Why was he always so comfortable while I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts?

"Which room is Rollo in? I need to take him home," I stated firmly.

Enzo was about to take a sip of his wine, but he stopped at my words. He put down the glass and shook his head. "Can't do that," he said softly.

"He's my son! If I want to take him home, what's the problem? Why do I have to ask for your permission? When you say 'can't do that,' do you mean I really can't take him? Enzo, I've made it clear, that you and I are not the way we used to be. It's best if we don't complicate things any further. I've never prevented you from visiting Rollo, but why is it that every time you make me crazy my mind is like this?" My head felt like it was going to explode as I raised my voice. I didn't want to have any more dealings with this man. Why did he insist on clinging to me like this?

Enzo listened to my words without displaying any emotion or attitude. He looked at me silently for a long time. His sharp gaze seemed to penetrate me, but since he didn't show anything, I couldn't know what he was thinking.

Then, Enzo shifted his gaze to my wine glass and said, "When I said 'can't do that,' I didn't mean you can't take Rollo. I meant you can't leave."

I furrowed my brows, not understanding his point. "What? I don't understand what you're saying. Don't say more. If you're not taking me to see Rollo, then I'll find him on my own." I stood up while speaking. I was tired of sitting and talking with Enzo. I realized that this man was highly stubborn. He would never listen to anything he didn't want to hear.

Before I could fully straighten up, I heard Enzo say, "Have a sip of wine. I'll take you to see Rollo. Even if you try to find him now, you won't be able to. You know, Flo, if I get angry, bad things will happen."

Enzo's words sent a chill down my spine and made me break out in a cold sweat. I could also guess that Enzo wouldn't easily let me take Rollo, but when facing his words and his icy gaze, I still felt fear like I was facing a predator.

I couldn't do anything else but take a sip from the wine glass and finish it. "So, that's enough then, right?"

However, if everything were just that simple, it would never happen. Enzo poured me another glass and gestured for me to continue drinking. The first time, I could understand, but this time, I couldn't fathom his intentions.

"You don't want to take me to meet Rollo, right?" I tried to restrain my anger and asked him.

Enzo shook his head. "I will take you to see the kid, but you have to drink until I tell you to stop."

I felt like a pawn in Enzo's eyes. What I was drinking was alcohol, not water. Just one glass and I'd be tipsy, not to mention that my tolerance wasn't great. Enzo was well aware of this. If I agreed to continue drinking, it would be like willingly heading into a dangerous situation.

"I won't drink anymore. One glass was more than enough," I said, looking at the full glass of alcohol in front of me. This time, he couldn't force me even if he tried. Contrary to my thoughts, Enzo didn't press me to drink more. Instead, he stood up.

"I'll take you to see the kid," Enzo said calmly as if nothing had happened, leading me out of the room. "The two little ones are sleeping. Let's not disturb them."

Everything was happening too smoothly and effortlessly, making me fearful and bewildered. Was Enzo truly this kind-hearted? I clenched my fists, trying to contain my fear, as I knew Enzo never easily granted anyone's requests.

In the third-floor bedroom, the room was dimly lit with a faint light on the bedside table. Toys were scattered all over the floor – stuffed animals, drawing pencils, sheets of paper. I hurried to the bed, and just as Enzo had said, my two children were there.

They seemed to be sleeping soundly. I stood quietly, watching them until I felt a warm presence behind me. Enzo embraced me from behind. I wanted to push him away, but his words made me pause.

"The two little ones are tired. You didn't care for them all day, and now you want to wake them up?" he said.

I sighed. "Let's go outside to talk."

I returned to the previous room, my tension eased, and my tone softened.

"Tell me. What do you really want now? I think you still have plenty of reasons to say," I said. Seeing Rollo safe, my defensive stance towards Enzo had considerably weakened.

Enzo didn't say anything. He just looked at me for a long time, his gaze dark and chilling. I couldn't decipher what he wanted from me. Without receiving an answer, I asked again, "I'm asking you, answer me."

"It's late now. Stay here and sleep," Enzo said gently. I didn't know why, but since Enzo came to my workplace, he had always spoken calmly and softly to me. No longer the annoying and irritable demeanor from before, but his current attitude wasn't necessarily a good sign for me.

I couldn't leave Rollo alone here, and Enzo was well aware of that. Still, he spoke as if everything was fine. His words sounded caring and considerate, but I knew he was maneuvering me into a corner, making it impossible for me to refuse.

"Seems like in your eyes, I'm just a despicable person without a heart. Flora, Rollo is my son. I know I hurt him before, but..." Enzo's tone softened, and he looked at me with a mix of remorse and confusion. But no matter how much he cried now, it wouldn't change anything. Enzo's tears didn't hold the power to alter his image in people's eyes. He was always seen as a manipulative and dangerous figure. I knew he could change his demeanor quickly to achieve his goals.

At this moment, he seemed almost on the verge of tears. His eyes were red, and his face was filled with sadness. "Flora, what did I do wrong that made you so indifferent and cold towards me? I tried to make amends. Why can't you forgive me even a little?"

His tears weren't appropriate for him, and today I was already exhausted from this issue. My vision blurred, and everything around me turned dark. Before losing consciousness, I could vaguely hear Enzo muttering something, but it wasn't clear.