Alfonso Tommaso
Looking down at the woman I saved last week from death, I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly happened.
The doctor had come to check on her and ensure she was going to be okay. But it had been almost a week already, and he was getting worried.
What could have happened to her was that she was lying in the middle of the road, dressed up.
It could be that she was hit, but the dress she was putting on and her jewelry clearly showed that she was a loaded lady, so why was she out at that time of the night? I couldn’t help but wonder.
Sitting beside her bed, lost in thought, I heard a small sound coming from beside him.
I was stunned when I looked at the lady, who was now awake and looking around, her gaze stopping at me, looking at me with her emerald green eyes, which held pain in them.
Whatever must have happened to her earlier was definitely still affecting her.
Looking closely at her and examining her features, she was clearly beautiful with her natural face—more beautiful than when she caked her face.
Her skin was a little bit pale, and she had brown hair. She was pretty, but she looked quite plain; her green emerald eyes seemed to make her beauty shine a little more. She was one of those girls who could model with a plain, natural face and still look attractive.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, hiding those beautiful green eyes from my view.
“Are you okay?“ I decided to ask.
"I'm sorry,“ she said weakly, coughing slightly.
“Sorry, please, where am I?“ she asked softly. looking around for a moment before zoning out.
Looking at her, I could guess that she was thinking about whatever had happened before, considering the pain radiating in her eyes.
“Sorry where my manners are, I haven’t thanked you for saving me, Mr....“
Tilting my head to the side, I bit the inside of my cheeks to stop me from smiling.
She was not serious, right? Either she was definitely pulling my legs or her mind was still unsettled and in shock.
There was no way she could not recognize me, Alfonso Tomaso. I thought before stretching my hand for a handshake.
“Alfonso Tommaso,“ I said.
She took my handshake offer and put her hands into mine. I couldn’t help but admire how soft and delicate her hands looked and felt.
“And you are a signorina?“ I asked, pushing my thoughts to the back of my head.
“Rose Alexander,“ she answered, her hands still in mine.
Looking up at me for a moment, she raised her eyebrows. “Italian?“ she asked.
Nodding my head to answer her question, I said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, signorina,” kissing the back of her hand slightly.
Composing herself, she nodded her head, looking at me coldly. "Same," she replied.
secretly smiling at the act of toughness she decided to put on. I was about to ask her about herself when a knock came from the door, disturbing the nice conversation I was having with the beautiful lady in front of me.
“Accedere,“ i.e., enter, I said in a commanding tone.
The doctor entered the room with his assistant and some tools, probably here for her daily checkup again.
Smiling respectfully, he walked towards us, bowing his head lightly and greeting us before asking his assistant to take the necessary things he needed.
After the doctor had done all the necessary things and prescribed all the medicine she needed, he took his leave.
I got up, took the house phone, and asked for breakfast to be delivered to us upstairs.
Shortly after, the maid entered the room with trays of breakfast for me and my guest.
Silently, they arranged the foods on the table, occasionally glancing at the lady in my room before bowing and taking their leave.
“Come, let us have our breakfast,“ I said, smiling gently towards her.
She got up, shaking her head, and said, "I need to leave; I have urgent matters to attend to.“ She looked down at herself, noticing she was just wearing an oversized t-shirt, and quickly covered herself with her hands, blushing.
She gasped, glaring at me. "Where are my clothes?" "What have you done to me?“
shrugging my shoulders, I walked towards the table where our breakfast was, moving a chair to take my seat, crossing my legs, and saying, "Come have your breakfast before it gets cold.“
“I asked you a question, and how long have I been here?” she asked, her expression showing anger with a mix of confusion.
“About a week, I think,“ I answered.
“Signorina comes to eat so you can have the strength to call your family and talk to them; they must be so worried.“
waving her hand dismissively “No one's going to worry about me,“ she said coolly.
“Common Signorina, that’s impossible.“
“ Ahh! Shut up; you are so annoying, as anyone ever told you that “she snapped at me." " "
“Well, not to my face,“ I answered, smirking.
She really was something; women normally adored me, kissed the path I walked on, and treated me like a god.
But she was definitely different, as I can see that my presence annoys her.
“I’m not hungry, so please give me my clothes." "I would like to be on my way now,“ Rose said, breaking me out of my chain of thought.
“I don’t care; you still need to take something, Signorina, and there’s no argument in this; you just woke up; you definitely must be weak right now,“ I said, staring at her with an expression that says I meant what I had just said.
“You are so annoying,“ she said, gritting her teeth while looking at me.
“Well, I won’t say annoying, but if my kindness seems annoying to you, then I guess we will leave it at that, but you are still eating the food,“ I said, looking at her.
