Chapter 92

Chapter Ninety-Two

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, an almost tangible silence settled over the room. The air was thick with unspoken tension, hanging heavy between Matteo and Gen. Matteo exhaled deeply, rolling his shoulders as he eased himself into the chair. He leaned back, closing his eyes, trying to find some semblance of calm. Gen observed him carefully, her gaze sharp and discerning. She couldn’t help but notice the dark circles shadowing his eyes, the tight line of his jaw, and the subtle, restless movement of his fingers as they twitched against one another.

“You got home earlier than usual,” Gen remarked, breaking the silence.

Matteo responded with a low, noncommittal hum.

“You’re still feeling the effects of the flight, aren’t you?” she pressed gently.

All she received in return was a long, drawn-out sigh that seemed to carry more exhaustion than words could express.

“We’re going to have to come up with a better way to get you through these flights, Matteo,” Gen said thoughtfully, her voice softer now.