Paul looked between them, unsure whose order to follow.
“Paul,” she said firmly, “ask the doctor how long my husband needs to stay here to recover properly.”
Vincenzo stared at her, amused. “I’m the boss here, not her.”
She glared. “From now on, you’ll listen to me. You’ve lost your right to argue.”
Paul quickly nodded. “Yes, ma’am!” he said, almost running out of the room. Emma followed, trying not to laugh.
The door closed, leaving them alone again.
“Why should I listen to you?” Vincenzo asked with a smirk.
“Don’t you remember? You said you would do anything I say if I accepted you,” Seraphina said with a naughty smile.
“Will you now change your word, hubby?” she asked softly, drawing circles on his bare chest.
“Oh God, enough now! Stop being so cute, it’s hard to control!” he y
