“How many times have I told you to not use your phone while driving? Or were you drinking beforehand? At least you had your seatbelt buckled, vero? You ignorant fool!” You huffed, sitting in the small chair put next to the hospital bed, where he laid. His right arm was bandaged. Thankfully he was left handed and the broken arm didn't make any change for him. His gaze remained soft and loving as you nagged him, rambling about safety measures.

You just couldn’t help it. And Manuel Vieri also knew this was how you acted when you were worried. So he kept staring at you with nothing but adoration in those warm golden-brown gems he called eyes.

“Are you done, carina?” He asked, a soft loving smile gracing his lips as he stared down at you. You were just like a yapping puppy for him. A very cute one at that. “I wasn’t drinking, amore. Not using the phone either. You were the target, they wanted to hit the passenger seat and kill whoever was sitting there. They mistook the boxes as a person and attacked there.”

“They?” You frowned. “So you have a suspicion?”

“Of course.” He nodded, shifting in the white bed. The monitor made soft beeping sounds. “You know the girl I was supposed to marry? Her.” Before he married you, he was already engaged. A marriage arranged to act as a bridge between the Vieri and Diletta family. But when he found you, he no longer went through with the engagement and married you in a heartbeat. A choice he’d never regret. He would marry you over and over again.

He couldn’t help but notice the boxes you were holding. His eyes lit up. “Did you cook these for me?” He shifted again on the bed, making a small bit of space. His eyes lit up like a child. “Come on, sit with me here. You didn’t have to cook, Tesoro, I could’ve managed with hospital food. You’ll be staying with me the whole time, right? Of course you do, I’d need someone with me at all times.” Manuel really didn’t need anyone; he was fully alright. It was just a few scratches on his face, a cut on his side and a broken right arm.