Chapter 90

Don Enrico Di Ravelli was stunned for a moment.

He had held his wife tightly several times after they had ridden the throes of passion together,

But it was another thing to have her in his arms, when they weren't engaging in any kind of fucking.

It was so intimate; her soft body smelt like sweet spices of chamomile and lavender, her small arms wrapping around him in gratitude.

His cold heart const