Chapter 162

“Mila, it’s time to see that grumpy, old, annoying, rude—hating grandfather of yours!” I complained as I walked through the Marchese estate. “And when did you get so heavy?”

“Let me help you!” A voice behind me called out. I turned around in surprise and looked at Tito, who grabbed the seat from my hands. “She’s looks so much like you.” He smiled and looked down at Mila.

“How are you holding up?”