The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281

-MARCO-

“Signore. There is a guest at the gate. She would not give the name to me, only to you.”

I frowned. “A guest.”

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Not family, then. My staff knew my family. They would have used names if the guest were a/member of my family.

Loretta had gone still beside me. Very still. I didn’t have time to understand what just happened between

The worry hit her face before the question. “My parents?”

“Stay up here,” I said. “If it’s them, I’ll send them away. You’ve already fainted once. You don’t need an audience.”

I didn’t want her stressed out. I didn’t like seeing her faint earlier. And her parents would not care that she’d fainted. They only cared about breaking us up.

Irritation flashed across her face. “Don’t bring that up.”

“I’ll use it as long as I please.”

“I’m coming.”

“No.”

She looked at the door, then at me, then at the door again, already calculating the distance to the stairs.

“Stay,” I repeated.

I took the stairs two at a time and crossed the hall to the monitors by the front door. The second the camera cleared, I stopped.

Caterina.

Fuck.

She was standing just outside the gate with her hands folded.

How the hell had she found the house?

I opened the gate from the panel. Better to get her inside than leave her out there where a neighbor could film her and decide they had a story.

The last thing I needed was a scene. The last thing I needed was Loretta at the top of the stairs, putting the wrong picture together in her head.

She came through and stopped when she saw me.

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“What are you doing here?” I demanded.

winced at my tone before saying, “Your mother gave me the directions.”

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Of course she had. I should have known she would be responsible for this. My mother had sat in a room with the Bellandis this morning trying to annul a marriage, and when that failed to produce an instant result she had reached for the older trick. Send the ex. Make a mess. Hope the Bellandi girl sees it and

runs.

“Marco, please. I only want to talk. I came to apologize. For all of it. For the way it ended. For not fighting when I should have fought for us. Please, just accept it. I feel awful.”

“Why now?” I demanded, annoyed. “I’m married. You know that. My mother definitely knows that. I don’t know why she thought it was appropriate to hand you my address with my wife inside.”

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