CHAPTER 462. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. I just can'tCalming her down was harder than Milo had expected. After all, there were many years of accumulated pain in that girl's heart. But when Anja began to lose her breath again, she had no choice but to pull herself together and calm down.They landed at Zurich airport and immediately got into the cars waiting for them. Jhon headed to Lucerne, where Chiara and her daughters were waiting, while Milo took the girl to a lovely hotel in the city center.Anja looked around nervously as they entered, and Milo noticed her instinctively wiping her hands on her pants, as if she was afraid of dirtying something. The suite was huge, with a bedroom, a living room, a small bar, and a terrace."I hope you like it. You'll stay here for a few days until we can decide what to do," Milo explained, leaving her bag on the couch. "For now, rest, take a bath, try to calm down. I'll come by this afternoon so we can go to the clinic for the DNA test. Okay?""Um... okay.

CHAPTER 464. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. MemoriesAnja could see it in his expression, what he wanted to know, what he wanted to ask her, but she couldn't resist because, in the end, the truth was that she was a woman who had killed a man, and Milo needed to understand why. It was obvious that he was intrigued by her story, and she couldn't miss the opportunity to talk to him about what had really happened."Can I ask you a question?" he pressed her, and she nodded with an exhausted gesture. "Go ahead." "What really happened? Why did you spend three years in prison?"Anja pressed her lips together but held his gaze. "By now, I would’ve thought you already read my case report," she said with a resigned tone in her voice. "I did," he replied. "But that's just what other people wrote about things they didn't live through. I want you to tell me what really happened, in your own words, because if there's one thing I know, it's that no one kills another person just for fun unless they're a socio

CHAPTER 466. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. A More... Enthusiastic PartThe clothes, three sizes too big, didn’t do her justice, but Anja had a doll-like figure, with sexy curves in all the right places. The right places to awaken all sorts of primal instincts in him, instincts he thought he had long controlled since becoming a father and a moral example to follow. The problem was that there was a part of him, a considerably... enthusiastic part, that at that moment only wanted to set a different kind of example.Milo closed his long coat and shook his head. "No... nothing, I didn’t say anything," he muttered. "Hi!" "Hi," Anja smiled at him softly. "I see you... liked the clothes," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I loved them, thank you. You didn’t have to, but I get that I can’t present a project in jeans, right?" she said, trying to smooth out the dress. "But this is the only one I’m accepting, I didn’t even touch the others." "But they’re yours." "No, of course not. The last

CHAPTER 468. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. Dying of LoveMilo crouched down to catch Niko, who was running toward him with open arms, always expecting the airplane move where Milo would lift him up and spin him around a couple of times. "Champion! What are you doing here? I thought you were going to the park this morning!" he said, picking him up and planting a loud kiss on his cheek."I'm sorry, Mr. Keller," the nanny apologized. "We were at the park, but he suddenly started calling for you and crying, and he wouldn’t calm down until I brought him here." "Don’t worry, sometimes he gets a bit restless, but we can handle that," Milo replied kindly. He spun Niko around, and the little boy clung to his neck like a tiny monkey. "Daddy!" Niko exclaimed, making Milo burst into laughter. "Do you want to go get ice cream?" "Ice cream!" the little one agreed eagerly, and there was Milo, standing in the hallway, his son in his arms, a wide smile lighting up his face. The child giggled and stretched

CHAPTER 470. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. A Form of Betrayal"Let’s assume I’m an intelligent woman," Anja said with an impassive expression, crossing her arms over her chest. "Tell me about this proposal."Hamish smirked. He had joined the firm in the last year and, thanks to his talent, had quickly become second-in-command of the legal department. Fortunately or unfortunately, Anja had enough experience to know that talent and hard work were not the same thing, so she was certain that whatever this man was proposing was not good."I know you’re in this project for the money," Hamish began bluntly."I’m in it for the kids, but yes, I suppose I get paid well," she replied."Well, there’s a difference between being paid well and earning what you deserve."Anja narrowed her eyes. She could smell the greed on the lawyer, like a festering wound. Maybe that was her sixth sense after everything she'd been through: detecting rotten people."And how much do you think I deserve?" she challenged."A lot.