La Rossa was startled, she was shocked at Gilbert's sudden words, her face flushed red. She tried to pull her body away from Gilbert's embrace. However, Gilbert tightened his embrace even more.

"Shut up, let me enjoy the scent of your body," Gilbert said as he inhaled La Rossa's scent strongly as if he did not want to lose it.

La Rossa stirred in Gilbert's embrace. Her eyes continued to stare unblinkingly at Gilbert's face.

"How fascinated are you by my handsome face?" Gilbert whispered narcissistically.

La Rossa punched Gilbert in the chest, then Gilbert caught La Rossa's hand. Without saying goodbye, Gilbert kissed La Rossa's sweet lips solemnly.

La Rossa's eyes were wide, she couldn't believe that Gilbert had stolen another kiss from her. La Rossa still couldn't believe Gilbert's actions, she pushed Gilbert's chest away. However, the more La Rossa tried to rebel, the more greedily Gilbert kissed La Rossa's lips. He even pushed his tongue inside and played with it.

"hu um..., let go! You want to kill me with your kisses ha!" La Rossa's voice sounded slurred as her mouth was gagged by Gilbert's kisses.

Once again La Rossa pushed Gilbert's chest away but in vain, La Rossa was forced to bite Gilbert's lips. The fishy odor emanating from her lips and the sweet taste of blood made Gilbert reluctantly release his hold.

La Rossa caught her gasping breath. Meanwhile, Gilbert smiled a thin, happy smile.

"I'd rather fight a hundred men than face your kiss," la Rossa said after her breathing became regular again.

Gilbert laughed out loud at La Rossa's words.

"You're laughing at me huh!" annoyed La Rossa as she pouted her lips.

Gilbert was happy to see La Rossa like that, he missed La Rossa who was spoiled and cheerful like when he was a child. Where La Rossa would complain to him when the kids at school would bully her.

Not like now, cold, haughty, and tough. She was not the old La Rossa anymore.

"I will bring you back to my Rossa, my Rossa who was cute and sweet, spoiled and cheerful," Gilbert inwardly promised himself.

Gilbert pulled La Rossa into his arms, holding her tightly as if he was afraid of losing her. La Rossa welcomed the embrace by wrapping her arms around Gilbert's waist. She hid her face in Gilbert's broad chest, there was a noticeable blush on her face.

La Rossa felt both embarrassed and happy, she smiled faintly. No one had ever seen her smile exactly like this moment. Sweet and beautiful.

La Rossa's rigid and frozen face now turned sweet and cute, anyone who saw her would be fooled by the look on her face right now.

The black world knows La Rossa as a cold and cruel woman, she never thinks of giving her enemies or targets a second chance. She would finish off her enemies without blinking an eye.

Gilbert whispered in La Rossa's ear, begging her to stay by his side, "Stay by my side, accompany me until dusk and death. Don't leave again,"

"I'll leave tonight, be obedient and be my obedient girl, hmm." Gibert continued.

"I can't promise that," La Rossa whispered.

"I'm not asking you to do anything, just asking you to obey," pleaded Gilbert.

"I'm not a house cat who obeys and behaves nicely with his mistress, I'm a wild cat, who lives without rules. Don't ask me to change, if you love me then love me unconditionally," La Rossa said, staring coldly at Gilbert.

Gilbert looked back at La Rossa with a gentle gaze, he knew it would take a long time for La Rossa to change into her old self. Maybe even never to change again, "I'm not asking you to change into someone else. No matter what you are, I will still love you."

Gilbert cupped La Rossa's face with both hands, he lifted her face up and Gilbert kissed her again.

"I saw a picture of a beautiful girl who looks so much like you, who is she?" asked La Rossa after Gilbert released his hold.

Gilbert stretched out his hand and grabbed the picture frame on the nightstand, he looked at the picture with a sad face, "She is my mother, the one who conceived and gave birth to me. But, never embraced and raised me."

"Why? And Aunt Magdalena?" La Rossa took Gilbert's hand to encourage him.

"My mother died the day after giving birth to me, and Tante Magdalena is my stepmother," Gilbert replied.

Gilbert's eyes were dewy. His eyes were red and already teary. tears fell down his cheeks. La Rossa brushed away the clear water that fell at the corners of her childhood sweetheart's eyes.

"I'm sorry for opening your old wounds," La Rossa apologized for the question she had asked.

Gilbert shook his head, "No! You should know."

"And one more thing you need to know, it turns out that Mama Magdalena is still alive," Gilbert continued to tell her about Magdalena being alive. Although the truth was not yet known.

La Rossa was surprised, she never thought that Magdalena was still alive. But where had she been all this time? Why did she hide and leave Gilbert alone to face Uncle Alfredo's cruelty alone?

Question after question popped up in La Rossa's mind, she didn't know what to do, she could only utter the word, "really!"

The disbelief on La Rossa's face was palpable. But if Magdalena was still alive, why wasn't Gilbert looking for her? Didn't he have a lot of power? At least that's what La Rossa knew
La Rossa finally asked, because she couldn't contain her curiosity, "If Aunt Magdalena is still alive then where has she been all this time? And if her whereabouts are unknown, why aren't you looking for her? Don't you have the power?"

Gilbert looked at La Rossa, "you already know?"

La Rossa smiled mockingly, "only a fool does not know, unless he is a fool."

Gilbert pinched La Rossa's cheek anxiously, "your eyes are keen and sharp,"

"What about my question?" La Rossa again tried to bring up the question she had asked.

"I only found out a few hours ago, Jonathan brought this surprising news," Gilbert reached for the brown envelope he had placed on the nightstand.

Gilbert handed it to La Rossa. Then La Rossa grabbed it and reached for the contents. Her eyes widened when she saw the person in the photo, it was very similar to the person she knew.