Chapter 167 - One Hundred And Sixty-Seven: La Mia Farfalla (1/2)

The third point of view

”What's my next schedule?” Angela asked her secretary who was standing before her with a tablet in hand.

”None at the moment ma'am, save the women's empowerment conference that has been pushed to tomorrow, they apologize for the impromptu notice”

”Fine” she sighed, pressing her temple out of fatigue. She was the guest speaker for that event which she was pleased had been adjusted. Right now her head was throbbing, she needed rest.

”If there's nothing else, I'll need you to …” she was still speaking when her office door was opened and her husband came in.

A smile tipped her mouth, ”You can leave now” She asked her secretary to give them some privacy.

Hardly had the door close, did she stand from her swivel chair, and walked over to her husband who was staring at her with an amused look.

”Today must be a lucky day for me” she teased him, ”What brings this handsome man to my office?”

”Can't a husband take in the sight of his beautiful wife while she works?”

Angela smiled and kissed him briefly,” Seriously sweetheart, what brings you here”

Though in his early fifties but it was clear that Alfred was a very handsome man during his prime and the intelligence in his eyes hasn't been shadowed by his age.

With dark wavy hair that was carefully picked and gelled back by a professional stylist, he had piercing brown eyes that looked like warm chocolate and was quite tall.

Alfred walked with a gait that commanded respect and not terror, unlike most men in power.

But that meekness was not to be taken for weakness, cause just like any other person in such a position, they would do everything to keep that seat.

”Come on, have a seat” she directed him to the settee so they could have a proper discussion.

”No, I'm going to be brief” Alfred tugged on her hand to keep her from moving.

”Okay, go on. I'm all ears ”

”Lately, I discovered we've been so busy that we don't have time to work on our personal life,” he said.

”So?”

”So, would you go on a date with me? I want to take you out after work”

”Sure, anything for my husband” she promised him with a delighted glint in her eyes.

He pecked her on the lips, ”I'll pick you right after work”

”I'll be waiting”

Alfred left for his office while Angela went back to her seat, feeling as if she was on cloud nine. She was filled with anticipation and thinking about the date brought a smile to her lips.

She was going through one of the documents out of the piles on her desk when her secretary came in again. But this time, she had a bouquet of roses in hand.

Angela blushed, she didn't have to guess since her husband must be the one who sent it over.

”This is for you, Ma'am” Her secretary passed the flowers to her.

”Alfred shouldn't have bothered” she tugged a lock of hair behind her head in a coy manner.

”I'm sorry ma'am but that's not from the president”

Angela's smile ceased, ”Is not from Alfred?”

She shook her head,” I'm afraid no, ma'am ”

” Who then?”

”I have no idea but it was passed from the front desk with instructions to be delivered to you personally. I've checked it and there's no bug nor harmful object - so far the flower's safe. It came with a delivery card, perhaps you could read it and I can help you trace whoever sent it  ”

”Don't worry, you can leave. I'll call you if I need help in tracing it ”

”Alright, ma'am ” The secretary bowed and strutted out of her office.

Angela frowned, she hardly received flowers without knowing the sender but she picked out the stylishly folded  card, opened it, and read

”Like migratory birds, my soul has flown back to you. How are you, La mia farfalla.”

All color drained from Angela's face as soon as she read, ”La mia farfalla” and her breath began to come in gasps.

When did he come back? Why was he back? What does he want from her again? Haven't they settled everything back then?

Just then, her phone beeped with a notification.

”Did you receive my flowers?”

Angela's soul almost flew out of her body when she saw the message, it was him! How did he get her number?

She looked around her room as if checking for a camera secretly recording her. Who was she kidding? Getting her contact was just a piece of cake for him.

With clammy and shaky hands, she typed, ”What do you want from me?” and sent it to him.

But a reply came in instantly as if he'd been waiting for her response this while, ”I missed you, is that a valid reason?”

Angela swallowed nervously, sweat beaded her forehead and she squeezed her eyes shut for a while before reopening them with a deep breath.

”I have nothing to do with you, don't contact me ever again!”

A response came in immediately as usual ”Have a meal with me, I'm waiting”

Angela could have rejected his invitation but she knew him, it was a decree. Even if she ignored him, Valentino would still have his way, there was no escaping him.

Moreover, that man was crazy. There was a possibility he would come to get her by himself which she dreaded. She was a married woman and of high status, she needed to avoid ugly and unnecessary rumors.

”Fine ”