She squared her shoulders as Viola marched into the room, looking regal in a red gown adorned with golden beads. “Viola. We were just talking about you. I discovered something I think you won’t be the least pleased about,” Paul started, his melodious voice smooth as satin. “Yet I can’t seem to hold it in.” “Alice works for me as my nanny. Paul found out and was blackmailing me so you wouldn’t know,” Lorenzo said, his voice steady, but the stare he darted at Paul was deadly. Tension crackled in the library. A part of Alice encouraged him to tell the truth. Even though the truth was also painful. He had been clear in the bedroom, hadn’t he? Their relationship was temporary. Her stomach clenched. Well, no one could accuse the man of sugar-coating, that was for sure. They all zoomed in on Viola, anticipating her reaction. The Italian woman narrowed her eyes as if trying to decide something in her head.
