The Millionaire Tycoon's English Rose. Lucy Gordon

‘That’s great. When do we leave?’

      ‘We don’t. I turned it down.’

      ‘You did what?’

      ‘How could I possibly ask you to come to Italy with me? You manage well enough in England, but what would you do in a strange country?’

      ‘Meaning that I’m too stupid to find the way? Are you forgetting that I’ve already learned Italian?’

      ‘We’ve done some together, cara, and it’s been delightful—’

      ‘A delightful game, you mean?’ she said in a hard voice. ‘Humouring me. You made a big decision like that without consulting me because you didn’t think I was up to the task?’

      ‘I only meant—’

      ‘How dare you? How dare you?’

      ‘I was only thinking of you,’ he retorted.

      ‘Did I ask you to think of me? I’m not a child, Francesco, and I’m not an idiot. And I’ve had enough of you treating me that way.’

      ‘Look, we’ll talk about it when you’ve calmed down.’

      ‘I’m not worked up. Inside I’m as cold as ice, and I’m telling you that I want you to go.’

      ‘Go where? I live here.’

      ‘Not any longer. It doesn’t work between us. I think perhaps it never could. Please go quickly. I don’t want to see you here again.’

      ‘You don’t want to what?’

      ‘Go!’

      ‘Celia, for pity’s sake, stop this before it’s too late.’

      ‘It’s been too late for a long time,’ she whispered.

      ‘Look, I’m sorry if I went too far. But after all we’ve been to each other you can’t just—’

      ‘It’s over,’ she said, feeling that she would start to scream in a minute. ‘Please go, Francesco. Just pack a bag and go tonight. You can get the rest of your things later. But go now.’

      In the silence she could sense that he was totally stunned. He knew she meant it.

      Suddenly she broke.

      ‘Get out!’ she screamed. ‘Just get out!’