Chapter 253

Chapter 253
Simone reached out to ruffle Sabrina's hair and said: "It's also time to test whether Marcello has you in his heart."

It's also time to test whether Marcello has you in his heart.

Hearing Simone say this, Sabrina inexplicably felt a bit panicked.

What if after seeing this news, Marcello still showed no reaction? Would that mean he truly had no romantic feelings for her?

However, Sabrina had always been optimistic. What did it matter if Marcello had no romantic feelings for her? As long as she had romantic feelings for him, that was enough.

Using today's scandal to test Marcello's attitude would help her figure out what approach to take with him next.

"Come on, let's go eat." Simone put his arm around Sabrina and walked forward. Sabrina didn't dodge, leaning against Simone like a delicate bird. If you're going to act, you have to go all the way - that's what makes a good actor.

Maybe it was because Simone really was good-looking, or maybe because he was helping her, or possibly because they had chatted for so long, but Sabrina felt this person wasn't as annoying as before and could actually be a friend.

Since she considered Simone a friend, she felt even less need to be polite with him. During dinner, Sabrina drank and ate however she wanted, completely lacking any awareness of being an idol.

Red wine didn't have a high alcohol content, but it still contained alcohol, and drinking too much would still make you drunk.

Simone kept telling Salina to drink less, but he continued pouring wine for her.

After several glasses, not only did Sabrina's face turn red from drinking, her head became dizzy, and she became much more talkative.

While drinking, she complained about Marcello, pouring out all her grievances against him.

"Simone, in your eyes, Marcello must be quite an impressive figure. But in my eyes, he's just a turtle bastard. A cheap man, a stinking man, a scumbag!"

"That bastard obviously likes me, but he keeps hiding from me. If it weren't for my own future 'sexual' happiness, I would have castrated that bastard cheap man long ago."

"But who told him to be so excellent? At such a young age, he worked his way up to become the top leader of the Portano Military District through his own efforts. Of course he's an impressive figure."

"Such an excellent man - how many women are eyeing him, wanting to marry him? So my taste is absolutely perfect."

Sabrina had started by complaining about Marcello, but ended up praising him instead. Who told her she had set her heart on that stinking man?

Simone quietly listened to her complaints about Marcello, a barely perceptible gentle light flashing in his eyes as he said softly: "Sabrina, you are excellent. Marcello's fortune that you've taken a liking to him. If he doesn't appreciate it, I'll take you away and make sure he never finds you again."

Sabrina burped ungracefully, swaying as she stood up: "Brother Pei, thank you for chatting and drinking with me. From now on we're friends. Whenever you want to drink, just give me a call and I'll keep you company anytime."

"Then thank you very much for the honor, Miss Sabrina, of allowing me to become your friend." Simone steadied the swaying Sabrina and said, "You're drunk. Sit down first, I'll have someone prepare some sobering tea for you."

"Thanks!" Sabrina smiled and continued, "Simone, you're really quite nice. If I hadn't met Marcello first, I might have liked you. But since I met Marcello first, if you like me, just keep it in your heart and don't say it out loud, so we can still be friends in the future."

"No, I knew you before he did!" Simone shouted in his heart, but said nothing aloud.

He shook his head with amusement. How exactly does a person train themselves to be so narcissistic?

Sabrina was not only narcissistic but also fearless, with a wild personality. He didn't know if this was good or bad.

After drinking a cup of strong tea, Sabrina had sobered up considerably. She took out her phone and browsed various news websites - they were all filled with photos of Simone passionately kissing her, and the click rates were still climbing.

These scandal photos were making such a big splash that not only would Marcello see them, but her family would see them too.

But her phone remained completely silent. No call from Marcello, no calls from family members either.

In the past, whenever there was the slightest disturbance, Grandpa would promptly call to show concern for her, but this time even Grandpa didn't.

Could it be that all of them had seen enough of her constantly creating scandals, so this time they weren't helping her deal with it or calling to check on her, just letting her fend for herself?

"Salina, what's wrong?" Simone asked.

"Simone, it's getting late. Could you please take me home first?"

She needed to calm down and think carefully. Even if... there was no "even if." Even if there was, she still wouldn't let Marcello go.

"Salina, no matter what happens, always remember: don't forget your original intention, don't lose your true heart."

After dropping Sabrina off at home, Simone left after saying these words.

Sabrina stood there thinking for a long time but couldn't figure out what he was trying to tell her. She shook her head and turned to walk toward the residential area.

She currently lived in this apartment regularly. It had an excellent location in the southern district of Portano, with the city's largest urban ecological park right outside the complex.

When in Portano, Sabrina generally lived here, occasionally returning to Viktor's villa to help take care of Julia, but otherwise rarely going back.

Now that her sister-in-law had returned, Julia had her real mother to take care of her and didn't need this aunt anymore.

While thinking about these things, Sabrina had already arrived home.

Opening the door, she kicked off her shoes, threw her bag anywhere, didn't turn on the lights, and swayed toward the bathroom by the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

After drinking, she reeked of alcohol. A hot shower would clear her head and make her feel comfortable, and she wouldn't think about all those random things anymore.

Sabrina walked out of the bathroom barefoot and completely naked, went to the living room, and fumbled around on the coffee table until she found cigarettes and a lighter.

Click—

The lighter flamed up, and by its light, Sabrina saw a man sitting on the sofa - a man whose face was so dark and gloomy he looked like a soul reaper from hell.

"Ah—"

Sabrina screamed in fright and turned to run.

After running a few steps, she belatedly remembered something.

Sabrina stopped and looked back. Through the dim moonlight, she confirmed again that there really was a man sitting on the sofa - a man wearing a military uniform.

—Marcello!

It was him, that stinking man.

When did he arrive?

Why didn't he turn on the lights?

Sitting there with such a gloomy expression - was he trying to scare her to death?