Chapter XVIII

By the time I came back to my senses, it was already the next morning.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the marks left on my body, and cursed through gritted teeth, "Vittorio! You possessive old man!"

I decided right then and there—I was sentencing him to sleep on the sofa for two weeks. No, two months.

I absolutely could not let him off easy.

Since the ship had sailed, I had to abandon