Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 704

Gwen's POV

The drive back to Florentia felt fast. Bella was in the backseat, clutching a pillow like something soft could convince the world to be less hard.

Nick drove with both hands tight on the wheel, his entire body still locked in alert mode. I sat in the passenger seat with my phone in my hand and my mind split in two places: here, under the seatbelt... and back there, in the sentence I had murmured to the police officer.

Strange men. I kept repeating it in my head, trying to figure out which drawer it belonged in. What kind of strange? What kind of men?

What kind of visits? I glanced in the rearview mirror. Bella was asleep, mouth slightly open, exhausted from being brave all day. Her hair stuck to her forehead, and there was a faint smudge of dried gelato on the corner of her shirt. Nick caught my look.

"She asleep?" he asked, without taking his eyes off the road.

asleep," I said.

we pulled into the garage of the building, the elevator doors opened before we

always seemed to be the steadiest person in the room. Her face was pale, and her eyes... her eyes were wet in a way I had almost never seen.

his door, and within seconds Martina was at the car, trying to reach her granddaughter without waking her with her

pulled

unsure where to put my hands. I had always believed I knew how to

there is no manual for "child returns from hell in

at Nick.

favorite dinner," she said, as if that could restore

trying not to cry. "Thank you, Mom," he said. We went upstairs, and Martina guided Bella to the table with gentle