Virginity in second marriages by Angela novel Chapter 859

-Yes, because I'm bored with the exaggerated clothes," Magdalena explained.

She said it in a low voice, not daring to look at him.

Tancredi suddenly changed the subject, "A friend of mine just returned from abroad. He knows you are beautiful, he wanted to meet you.

-Don't even think about it," Magdalena refused, without thinking.

But, suddenly realizing her imprudence, she explained in a hushed tone, "What I mean is that I don't have time today, so..."

Tancredi stood there motionless and silent, looking at her in silence.

His gaze was so serene that it left Magdalena shivering.

She knew that his serene looks were the way he treated people, but behind them, there was something imposing that she dared not challenge.

The calmer he was, the more Magdalene was afraid he would get angry.

Then she asked with a forced smile, "Is your friend handsome, that one? If so, I'll go with you.

Then Tancredi smiled: -Of course he is. If he's not handsome, I won't introduce him to you.

Magdalene sighed at his smile.

-Make yourself more beautiful,‖ said Tancredi.

Unwillingly, Magdalena obeyed him and changed from her usual exquisite and elegant style.

"It's just a visit, nothing more." She thought, discouraged, "Tomorrow I'll still be able to see Cristian, if not the day after tomorrow, he won't guard me every day."

Then Magdalene came out, elegant and bright.

Tancredi was glad to see her usual beauty, thinking, "If she has recovered as such, I won't force her either."

Then the two walked away.

In front of a coffee shop, the car stopped. When she got out of it, Magdalene looked carefully at her surroundings, and became quiet when she saw nothing unusual.

-Did something happen? -Tancredi asked.

Magdalene shook her head, explaining, -No, nothing.

Then they entered the cafeteria and went up to the second floor accompanied by a waiter.

As they climbed the stairs, Magdalena asked confusedly, -Why don't we meet downstairs?

-The second floor is spacious and quiet," said Tancredi.

At that hour there was hardly anyone around except a man sitting at the window.

Wearing a casual gray shirt, black pants and a long jacket, his hands held his coffee cup and looked out.