Chapter 51 Déjà Vu

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Alessandro signaled for the waiters and Lisa to leave them alone, wanting to speak with Gia and Maximo privately. As the room emptied, Maximo and Gia's hearts raced, and they regretted coming here alone. "Why... why did you send them out?" Gia stammered, her voice trembling with fear. Alessandro frowned, realizing he had unintentionally frightened her. He swiftly walked toward her, but she recoiled in fear. "Don't be scared, princess. I will never harm you," he assured her gently. "I sent them out so we could talk privately." His soft tone eased Gia and Maximo's fear, and they relaxed their postures. "So, are the people who are following us sent by you, Mr. Valentino?" Gia asked, her innocent voice tinged with curiosity as she blinked her bright eyes. Alessandro sighed deeply, knowing he couldn't lie to this adorable angel. He had to give her a reply. "Yes, sweetheart," he found himself nodding. "Now, cat your spaghetti before it gets cold," he gestured to the food. "I have your favorite fruits and desserts, ice cream as well. "No, first youneed to tell us why you have those people following us," Maximo interrupted boldly. Alessandro was surprised by the twins' sharp minds and keen observations. There was no way anyone could know he had people following them. He had his men living in the same building, ensuring no one would suspect anything, and used a different car every day to tail them. But these kids were smarter than he imagined. "I want to make sure you and your mom are safe" Alessandro replied calmly. "You don't have to worry about us, Mr. Valenting. We can protect our mommy Maximo said. smugly, causing Alessandro to press his lips together to suppress an amused smile. This boy was fearless and extremely confident. Alessandro saw a miniature version of himself in him once again. "Alright, little man. I'll keep that in mind. Now, start eating," Alessandro gently urged and was surprised by his own behaviour. He never knew he could be so gentle with anyone. He had never dealt with kids before, and it was his first time, but it all felt so natural to behave tenderly with them. When they made no attempt to eat their food. Alessandro sighed, stepping forward to serve plates for them. He took a slice of pizza and placed it in front of Maximo, then served spaghetti for Gia. Gia smiled, took her plate, and began to cat. She nudged Maximo with her elbow to encourage him, but Maximo remained stubborn. "I have another question for you, Mr. Valentino, he said. "How about we have lunch first and then I answer your questions?" Alessandro proposed, handing Maximo his plate. Maximo looked at Gia, and she nodded in agreement. "Fine," Maximo mumbled reluctantly and took the plate. "Mr. Valentino, why aren't you eating? Do you want me to make a plate for you?" Gia asked heart. cutely, melting Alessandro's stony He didn't understand why he always felt so much joy as if his heart came alive whenever he met these two kids and their mom "No, sweetheart, I can make my plate myself," he said softly. "It's alright, I can make a plate for you," Gia insisted, and Alessandro couldn't refuse her. He watched lovingly as she put everything on his plate, but he couldn't say no to her. He took the plate happily and began eating with them. Though Alessandro had never liked pepperoni pizza and cupcakes, he finished them all because the little angel was watching him eagerly, as if ensuring he finished his lunch. After they finished lunch, the waiter came again on Alessandro's instructions and brought out ice creams, and served them. "Now that we've finished lunch, are you ready to answer my questions?" Maximo asked at the first opportunity when the waiters left and they were alone with Mr. Valentino again. "Sure," Alessandro replied. "How do you know our mother?" Maximo asked skeptically. "The whole world knows her; she's Mia Peterson, a famous interior designer," Alessandro shrugged, taking a small bite of ice cream. But Maximo seemed not pleased with Alessandro's answer. "Okay, let me rephrase my question then," Maximo said sternly, making Alessandro narrow his eyes at him. That five-year-old boy talked like an adult. "How long have you known our mother?" Maximo questioned. "I've known Mia Peterson since she started designing the interiors of my mansion," Alessandro replied briefly. Maximo and Gia exchanged glances at Alessandro's reply, and their faces fell in disappointment, which caused Alessandro to furrow his brows. "What's wrong?" he couldn't stop himself from asking. "I thought... I thought you were our father," Gia mumbled innocently, to which Maximo glared at her. "Gia, shut up." Alessandro's heart brimmed with unknown mixed emotions, and he swallowed hard at the thought of her seeing him as their father. "Do you not know who your father is?" he asked, choking with emotion. "We never met him," Gia replied gloomily, her lower lip pulled out in disappointment. "That's none of your business, Mr. Leonardi," Maximo snapped coldly, shaking his head at Gia and staring at her with a warning look. Ignoring Maximo's grumpiness, Alessandro moved closer to Gia and asked insistently, "Didn't your mother ever tell you your father's name?" He needed to know. "No, and we're not interested in knowing the name of that monster," Maximo responded swiftly before Gia could say a word. "Monster?!" Alessandro choked and was dumbfounded. Who would call their father a monster? "Yes, he is a monster, Mr. Valentino. He wanted to kill his own kids and never wanted us," Maximo replied curtly, his face and voice devoid of emotion. Alessandro stared at the little boy in shock. Then, the words from the past echoed in his mind, and it all felt like déjà vu: "Is it possible for you to carry my child, sweetheart?" "No!" I find out you're carrying another man's child, I won't hesitate to kill you and that bastard baby." Alessandro's heart stung with pain, his expression turning cold as his eyes fixed on his own. reflection in the window's glass. "That man must truly be a monster if he didn't want angels like you in his life," he remarked through gritted teeth. Then his eyes lifted to Gia and Maximo, and his cold terrifying gaze softened with warmth and love. "But if I were him," he whispered, his voice softening, "I would have cherished and valued both of you more than my own life, and never let you go away from me." He vowed with every fiber of his being, his eyes glistening with emotion as he knelt before Gia and Maximo, gently caressing their angelic faces. "Mr. Valentino, you talk so sweetly. I wish I were older so I could marry you," Gia blushed, clasping her hands under her chin and looking at Alessandro with adoration. Alessandro chuckled softly, shaking his head. With a gentle grin, he lifted his hand and flicked Gia's nose with his finger. "How about I marry your mom?" "Wait, you want to marry our mom?" Maximo frowned in surprise. "Yes," Alessandro nodded firmly. "But why?" Maximo snapped, his brow furrowing. "I like your mom, and I like you and Gia. I want you all to live with me," Alessandro explained calmly. "But we know about your affairs and first marriage. Why would our mommy marry a Casanova like you?" Maximo challenged skeptically. "But he seems so serious about it, Maximo," Gia interjected, rolling her eyes at her brother. Maximo held up a hand to pause his twin sister. "Let me talk to him, Gia." "Alright, tell me, how can I make you believe I love you both and also Alessandro asked, meeting Maximo's gaze with sincerity. "Let's talk about the deal then," Maximo offered, lifting his chin with a smug smile. Alessandro cocked his head, observing his carbon copy closely, intrigued by the negotiation ahead.

Chapter 51 Déjà Vu

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