opulence that had been familiar now felt oppressive. The subtle musk of leather-bound menus blended with the delicate scent of freshly prepared food. Every element was carefully ch

versation. Unwilling to divulge further, she paused before answering, "I've been busy with work." His eyes did not meet Luca's smile. Yes, I'm busy. However, I have witnessed more than just a talented chef. You're concealing something. Francesca stiffened. "I don't have anything to conceal." His eyes were fixed on hers as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. Everybody has secrets. Simply put, some of us maintain them better than others. His words, full of deep significance, lingered between them. Anger and another emotion were simmering in Francesca's chest, but she was unable to resist the allure of his eyes. She retorted in a tight voice, "I'm not the one with secrets." Luca's lips curled into a cunning smile. Everybody has layers. How deep they go is the only question. In an attempt to calm the inner storm, Francesca fell silent. Her heart raced as she felt the pull of him in spite of herself. However, she declined to succumb to his charms once more. Now she was stronger. ⸻ Even though dinner was over, the evening didn't feel quite over. After a brief pause, Francesca put her hand in Luca's as he stood up. There was a tenderness in his firm, almost possessive grip that made her uneasy. A silent fire ignited inside her as the warmth of his touch traveled up her arm. Luca said in a low, almost breathless voice, "You're strong, Francesca." "However, you won't have much more time to hold back." Her pulse accelerated and her throat constricted. She was more uneasy than she wanted to acknowledge because of his words, which were an odd blend of threat and promise. She pulled her hand away, but his touch remained, and her voice tightened. "You don't know what y