Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 868: What does this have to do with me?

After hanging up the phone, Serena sat on the bed for a few moments before lying down and tucking herself in.

She rolled over and looked out the window into the quiet night.

It was true that she did not want Cristian to have a major conflict or even a breakup with his grandfather because of her, and so when she had seen the butler so helplessly at the door begging him to come back, Serena had done it then.

But now, she felt she had been too quick to accept it; how could Magdalena have such a simple reason for wanting to see him?

Thinking back, Serena thought she was thinking too much. In the Calligaris family, Magdalene could not escape Angelo's attention even if she had a plot, unless Angelo was also helping her. At this thought, Serena sat down abruptly.

There was an uneasy feeling in her heart, but if she ran out in the middle of the night, it would only cause Cristian trouble if she ran into something.

She had not forgotten the words Cristian had said to her before she left, "Wait for me.

Even if he was anxious, she should have trusted him, right?

Cristian would come back.

Serena calmed down and went back to bed. Time passed, but Serena was not sleepy at all, in fact she was lively, clutching her phone in her hand.

Not knowing how long she waited, her phone suddenly vibrated.

Serena opened it and saw that it was a message from Vittorio for her.

"Don't worry sister-in-law, I have already reached the Calligaris family, now I am going first to check the situation, if there is any movement I am sure to help Cristian. Serena could only return her thanks and hold the phone while she waited.

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Calligaris' house.

The old man and the young man sat across from each other, and the maid brought two cups of tea and placed them in front of Cristian and Angelo respectively.

But neither of them moved, Angelo's gaze fixed on his nephew in front of him, the irritation in his eyes clear and unmistakable.

Cristian half-closed his thin lips, picked up his cup of tea and took a sip. -Grandfather, take a sip of tea to take away your anger.

-Take away my anger? Hm, do you think I can easily overcome this anger? -Having said this, Angelo took his cup of tea and took a big sip, then set it down again, meeting a loud noise as the cup hit the table. To such Angelo, Cristian's reaction was pleasantly relaxed as he sipped his tea nonchalantly.

Angelo looked at his nephew with hatred and anger, and was so irritated by his airy appearance that he took his stick and tried to hit him, but Dominic saw this and rushed to stop him. -Sir, don't be angry, don't be impulsive!

-Domenico, let me go! Let me discipline this disobedient brat.

Angelo's anger was so great that Cristian looked up, his eyes met the Angel's clouded but brimming with anger, and then he pulled at the corners of his lips.

-Grandfather, are you looking for a puppet heir?

At these words, Angelo froze.

-What do you mean by that?

-Don't you? -Cristian scoffed, -Just because you are trying to manipulate my life for me, doesn't that mean you want me to be a puppet?

You're my grandfather, so I respect you, but that doesn't mean I'll be a puppet willingly.

-But do you know what kind of heart you broke for Magdalena, do you know what her face looked like when she came back just now? Do you have no idea how much she loves you? These accusations fell on Cristian's ears as if they were ridiculous: -Did I break her heart? I never expressed in front of her any act of my interest in her, and even if she was sad and affectionate, it would always be only her business, what does that have to do with me?

Angelo was speechless.

After a few seconds of freezing, Angelo cursed: -Listen to the bullshit you say, you haven't done anything to yourself, can she be so affectionate to you?

Not to mention Cristian, even Domenico, who was standing, could no longer hear the words.

After all, Cristian's behavior was obvious to everyone, he never gave more than a glance to women, even when Magdalene often came to take care of him during his injury, he was only polite to her and still did not give more than a glance.

It was like that, how could he flirt with Magdalena?

If I were to say that it was a flirtation, I would have to say that he was born too handsome and that his beauty attracted Magdalene.

But Domenico would never dare to say these words out loud in these tense times.

-He insists I seduced her, so why not ask her out and tell me how I did it.

-Bastard! You want to challenge me over a woman you've known for a short time?

After cursing, Angelo, as tired as he felt, raised his hand to cover his chest and motioned Domenico to help him sit on the couch as he spoke in a deep voice.

-Maddalena is a very understanding child.

Even if you are heartless and ungrateful, she doesn't hate you, and just now she even told me that she wants to see you just once so she can get out of the engagement. She is so understanding, if you are not going to apologize to her, wouldn't you feel sorry for her?

Make an apology?

Cristian chuckled under his breath, a mocking sound escaped his throat; what was he to say? But since he was here today, he would make it clear to her once and for all.

With that in mind, Cristian put down the cup of tea in his hand and stood up.

-Yes, then I will go and clear it up for him, and if he stops bothering me, I hope you will not insist on the matter as well.

Having said this, Cristiane immediately walked away, with an indifferent face, and said to the servant, "Lead the way."

The maid who had brought the tea froze for a moment, then nodded and turned to lead Cristian upstairs.

As she walked, the girl felt inexplicably discouraged and advanced with an unsteady step, as if the person following her was not a person but a demon about to drink human blood.

It was not until the door of a room that the maid stopped, "Mr. Cristian.... Miss Magdalene is staying here.

Having said that, she offered to go and knock on the door.

-Miss Magdalena, are you ready?

After a moment of silence, the door opened and Magdalena stood there with reddened eyes.

-Christian... -Mdalena's eyes crinkled at the sight of Cristian and she wanted to take a step forward, but then she thought of something and stopped in her tracks.

-I have something to say.

The maid ran off.

Cristian did not take him seriously; his icy gaze landed on Magdalena's face.

-Mrs. Magdalena, II the man's lips parted slightly and his voice maintained an icy detachment, -I thank you for taking care of me when I was sick, but that doesn't mean I have to commit myself to you for that. Besides, I didn't ask you to take care of me when I was sick, did I?

It might sound ungrateful, but it was true, the Calligaris family had so many servants that she offered to look after him and took the opportunity just to get closer to him.