Chapter 63 Confirmed His Feelings

Aemilio stood at the edge of the dimly lit room, the echoes of their shared moments swirling in his mind like a tempest. The memory of their intimacy lingered in the air, heavy and bittersweet. He had taken something precious from Evangelina, and now, confronted by the reality of his actions, guilt surged within him like a tidal wave. "Evangelina," he began, his voice trembling, "I... I need to apologize." The sincerity in his tone was undeniable, but the hurt was already palpable in the air between them.