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   Chapter 26 Phone Calls

Mr. Regnante By Serena B. Light Characters: 14421

Updated: 2018-10-13 09:12


For an early March morning, it was quite sunny. The sky was a clear blue with fluffy white clouds dotting the canvas. Despite the deceptive look of the weather, it was cold. Arcangelo's breath fogged up as he watched the guards take out his bags from the back of the car and into the estate, was proof of the chill looming.

"Welcome back." He heard a voice before him. Glancing up, he caught sight of Vincent approaching him. "I see that you're little vacation has come to an end."

Arcangelo simply nodded in confirmation as he started to walk towards the doors, his second in command right beside him, blissfully unaware of the lie told to him.

"I think it was a good idea that you extended your stay in America and took a few days off."

That lie.

He had his guards tell Vincent that he would be extending his stay in America for a couple of days to rest up. While, in fact, he had been back in Italy and staying with Rosalie.

Speaking of his stay with Rosalie, Arcangelo could confidently say that he absolutely adored their time spent together. He enjoyed the way they both would be up in the morning, making breakfast alongside one another before eating together. During the weekdays, he saw her off to University before he either spent time in her apartment or went on domestic errands. Rosalie would always be back before one, and she would generally find Arcangelo making lunch for the both of them when she got home.

She always joined in with a quick peck on his lips before telling him all about her day.

After lunch, Arcangelo liked to take her out. Both of them walking down the sidewalk hand-in-hand and just roaming about, chatting and laughing as they went on coffee dates or to the park. However, they always had to get back after an hour or two since Rosalie had work to get done. While she completed her assignments, Arcangelo took it upon himself to distract her as much as possible. Placing kisses against her skin, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, or simply whining that she wasn't paying any attention to him. His attempts always had Rosalie laughing, and it always made Arcangelo's day to hear her laugh.

He absolutely adored that laugh of hers. The way she threw her head back and just burst with hysterical giggles always had his heart leap with joy.

Rosalie's laugh always had him smile and once her fit would die down, he'd let her resume the work in peace, watching over her shoulder and giving his input every now and again. Then to unwind, they both would either read books or watch a movie cuddled together, or sometimes, upon Rosalie's insistence, he would read out loud to her.

Generally, they got takeouts for dinner because they were just too lazy to cook, and sometimes they would attempt to make dinner, but it always ended up in make-out sessions rather than cooking--which would ultimately cause them to order or go out for dinner. At night, they both would just lay in comfortable silence, not saying anything or doing much actually.

Arcangelo always took that time to simply admire her. Rosalie always got frustrated by his lack of response whenever she asked why he was smiling at her.

She just didn't get it.

He smiled because she was beautiful.

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her abilities to make other people smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks.

She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

However, she never quite understood what he meant when he told her that. So, rather than rely on words, he resorted to actions, making her feel loved and wanted and alive and beautiful every night.

"Dad!" Arsenio's voice jolted him out of his thoughts, as Arcangelo's dazed expression morphed into a smile as he lifted his surrogate son into the air, spinning him around before hugging him close. "You're back!"

"You bet I am." He grinned at the little boy. "And guess what?"

"What?"

"I got you some gifts!"

"No way!?"

"Way!" Arcangelo grinned as the 6-year-old hugged him tight, unable to contain his joy. Looking up, he noticed the strange expression on Vincent's face a

he glanced up at Vincent's awestruck expression.

"Yeah?"

"Y-y-you finished?" He stammered in disbelief. "You finished one and a half weeks worth of work in a day?!"

Confused, Arcangelo glanced around him, seeing that he had, in fact, completed all the files and notices and was now working on sending emails. He didn't even notice the time pass, he just listened to Rosalie and went through things.

"Huh...I guess I did."

"Wow..." His second-in-command exclaimed, impressed. "If you don't have anything for me, I'll be heading home."

"Alright, " He nodded as Vincent started to make his way to the door. "Bring the Claudia around sometime, both Arsenio and I miss her."

"Yeah, " Vincent responded, seemingly surprised. "I'll bring her soon."

With that, he left as Arcangelo sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

"You hear that, princess?" Arcangelo spoke into the earpiece as Rosalie hummed in question. "We got one and a half weeks' worth of work done in a day."

A chuckle escaped her as he could hear the tiredness in her tone. Glancing at the clock, he wasn't surprised to see it being half past two in the morning. Heaving a breath, he grabbed his jacket before making his way out the office, speaking softly to Rosalie as she responded just as gently. Walking up the stairs, he peeked into Arsenio's room, checking in to see the little boy cuddled under the covers sleeping with Isaac lying at his feet protectively.

They talked for some time longer, both of them chuckling every once in a while.

"It's late..." Rosalie spoke into her phone from her place on the couch. "I should head off to bed. I have classes in the morning."

Arcangelo hummed in confirmation on the other line. "Yeah, "

Despite having talked for hours, Rosalie didn't feel like hanging up, talking made him feel closer.

"I miss you." She murmured into the phone, curling into herself on the couch, craving his warmth.

"I miss you, too, princess." He spoke with the slight curl of his lips.

Rosalie didn't want to hang up just yet, and just as she opened her mouth to say something, a knock sounded on her door. Startled, she sat up on the couch.

"Someone's at my door." She spoke drowsily, rubbing her eyes.

"At this time?" Arcangelo questioned in surprise. "Any idea who it could be?"

"Maybe Maria, " Rosalie stated with a shrug as she unlocked her door, opening it and staring at her in surprise, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly gaping.

"Hello, princess." She heard through her phone as well as from right before her.

She watched Arcangelo remove his phone from his ear and end the call as Rosalie stared at him with a wide smile, her grin broadening as he stepped closer causing her to step back.

Finally, when he was inside the apartment, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him and closing the door behind him.

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