Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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They arrived home, the mid-day air crisp and tinged with the faint scent of fresh pastries from earlier in the day. The men opened the doors for Yulia, their gestures both familiar and tender, a subtle acknowledgment of her still-sensitive hands. As soon as the front door swung open, Yulia was enveloped in a warm hug by Aline and Alice, their presence a comforting balm.
"Are you okay?" Alice asked, her voice laced with concern as she peered into Yulia's eyes. Yulia nodded, but the tightness in her chest revealed her anxiety. "We heard from one of the maids that you were hurt and had to go to the hospital. What happened?" Alice's questions came rushing out like a tidal wave, her worry palpable. Yulia sighed, the weight of the day pressing down on her as she explained how she had accidentally burned herself with the frying pan.
Aline, the more reserved of the twins, glanced at their bosses standing nearby, observing the scene with a mixture of amusement and protectiveness. "Sirs, we've put the breakfast away, so if you want to eat it, we can take care of it," she offered, her voice steady and professional, though her eyes sparkled with warmth. The men nodded, their expressions softening as they appreciated the twins' dedication.
"Come on, Alice," Aline said, her tone encouraging as she gently released Yulia from their embrace. Alice reluctantly let go of Yulia, but her gaze lingered with concern as she followed Aline toward the kitchen.
Yulia, her heart swelling with gratitude for the twins' care, quickly made her way to the kitchen as well. The familiar sounds of clattering dishes and the hum of the refrigerator enveloped her, a comforting reminder of home. As she stepped into the warm glow of the kitchen lights, she felt a sense of belonging wash over her, momentarily easing her worries.
The twins moved swiftly, their practiced hands setting the table with the breakfast spread, arranging the plates and cutlery with a precision that reflected their care. Aline looked over at their bosses, her expression eager yet professional. "What would you like for lunch and dinner today?" she asked, glancing between them.
"We'll be skipping lunch," one of the men replied, his tone casual but his eyes conveying appreciation for their hard work. "But we'd love some homemade pizza for dinner."
Alice's eyes lit up at the mention of pizza, a spark of excitement breaking through her earlier worry. "Great choice!" she exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face.
Yulia felt a rush of warmth at the thought of cooking together. "Let's get started on the ingredients," she encouraged, her voice filled with enthusiasm. The twins nodded, instantly springing into action. Aline fetched flour and yeast while Alice gathered tomatoes and cheese, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance.
Yulia couldn't do much with her injured hands, so she focused on guiding Aline and Alice, offering gentle instructions as they worked through the recipe. The twins followed her directions closely, their enthusiasm evident as they kneaded the dough, grated cheese, and prepared the toppings. Yulia smiled as she watched them, the scent of fresh dough filling the air, making her long to join in. But she knew it was best to rest her hands.
