After her two last appointments were cancelled, Jennifer walked inside the GeneCo Tower, having finished her work three hours earlier that day. Her anger was not forgotten during the day and she had no idea how she managed to work effectively, after her huge fight with Luigi that same morning. She didn't know what she would tell him; she did not have a plan as she walked in the building. Perhaps she wouldn't say anything. Perhaps she would just turn around and leave. But no. She walked straight to the elevator, heading up to the suites floor.

She took a deep breath when the bing sound declared she had reached her floor. Stepping out of the elevator, she headed to Luigi's suite. She knocked. Nobody was inside. Blinking, she knocked again, sighing impatiently.

"Miss Jennifer?" A female voice echoed through the silent corridor, startling Jennifer, who turned on her heels at the sound of her name. It was a young Gentern. Jennifer had seen her around often times. Bringing Luigi's coffee, assisting Pavi or bringing Amber's multiple dresses.

"Yes, Lauren?" Jennifer asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Mr. Largo is not inside, Miss Jennifer."

"Do you happen to know where he is?"

The Gentern shook her head apologetically. "No, Miss. I'm sorry. Maybe if you called him..."

"Nevermind. Thank you."

She started walking back to the elevator when he noticed Lauren holding a bloody napkin. Jennifer blinked. "What is this?" She asked, gazing at it.

The Gentern looked down at it. "Oh... Mr. Largo... Pavi... He got hit pretty bad..."

Jennifer's eyes widened. "'Hit'? ...Luigi?" The Gentern nodded with a frown. "Is he in his suite?"

"Yes, Miss. I don't think he wants to see anyone. We have never seen him like this before. So... so low. Mr. Largo must have gone over the limit this time..."

"Can you ask him if I can see him? He should need a good friend. Plus, I'm worried. I need to see him, Lauren."

The girl nodded in understanding, walking towards Pavi's suite. Another Gentern was making her way out, holding anticeptics and a bowl of water. The two whispered something and the girl exiting went back inside. Jennifer walked next to Lauren as the second Gentern was coming out again. "He will see you, Miss. Bare in mind that he is exhausted though."

Jennifer nodded. "Thank you, Rachel." She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Pavi?" She called out. A voice came from his bedroom, inviting her. She walked to his bedroom's door and saw him in front of his mirror, lightly touching a napkin on his lip, making small hissing sounds here and there.

"Ciao, Jenn..." His accent was evident even though he sounded like he made no effort to lace his voice with enough Italian accent as he usually did. It was the first time that she heard him talk like that. He seemed different, all his excitement, his beam, his smile, his light, sweet voice were all gone, revealing a more serious, hurt, tired Pavi Largo.

"What did he do to you?" She asked, walking to him and taking a chair next to his vanity table, sitting next to him. She hissed when she saw his bruised, swollen wound on his mouth. A red spot was still visible on his cheek, having what looked like a small scratch on it. His lower lip was busted open and blood had dried inside the cut, some of it still fighting to escape. His napkin was bloody from earlier and his eyes were sad.

"What does it-a look like?"

His tone made her blink. He was cold, snappy. "Pavi..." She reached a hand towards him but he moved away from her touch. "I'm so sorry... That was because he saw us talking yesterday?" He nodded, looking at her through his mirror rather than turning his head to her. She frowned deeply. She looked ready to cry. Something inside Pavi broke. His heart ached. It was visible in his eyes.

"I don't-a think it's a good-a idea if... if we-a... if we saw each other again. Maybe we should-a avoid any interraction..."

She was taken aback by this. "Why? Because suddenly it's wrong for siblings-in-law to talk?!" Her voice was raised without her noticing. Pavi did and he closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to keep tears from escaping them. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, Pavs... I didn't want to yell at you..."

He nodded, opening his eyes again with a sigh, looking down at his used, bloody napkins, his hair comb, his hand mirror resting next to his silver box where he kept his jewels and his expensive perfume, a mixture of sweet and spicy scent that he always wore from the moment he woke up until the moment he slept. Especially before he slept... "Luigi said-a something about me paying for this-a. Listen, I don't care what-a he does to the Pavi. I care about what-a he does to you, bella... I won't be the cause of-a you being the recipient of his rage-a."

She shook her head in disbelief. "Are these yours or his own words?"

"Mine."

"You can't do this, Paviche. This is insane, illogical. Just because Luigi is-"

"Jealous-a... And when Luigi is-a jealous, trust me... you don't want to be around. This time it's serious, bella mia."

Jennifer felt her heart aching. She thought she didn't know why, but lately she had grown too fond of the younger Largo son. Now she thought she had realized the reason why she felt this way. She got out of her chair and moved next to him, kneeling next to him at his left. He shook his head and moved to is right to avoid her touch but she got ahold of his shoulder and held him still. He was gazing down at his lap. She was gazing up at his face.

"Look at me..." she pleaded softly. "Per favore, Pavi, look at me..."

The use of Italian must have done it, because his lips twiched and his eyes closed, as if he was about to let tears fall on his cheeks. When his right eye gave in and let a tear drop, he turned his head to her. "Don't-a..." he whispered, his voice breaking.

She moved first. She snapped forward, her grip on his shoulder tightening considerably, as if afraid to let go of him. Her other hand snaked around his head, resting on the back of his neck. He, still holding his napkin, moved to grab the side of her neck, as his other hand rested on her side, pulling her to him. Their lips touched softly, pecking, tasting, exploring. Then, they kissed as gently as he had never kissed anyone before, as softly as Luigi had never kissed her before. Their tongues touched, lapping up at each other, circling and twirling. They held each other tight, breathlessly kissing, until his wound re-opened, making him gasp into the kiss. Her lips were stained with his blood but she didn't have time to pull away as he did so first.

"P-please..." His accent was gone. His voice was deeper than the one he usually used. His real voice, she thought. It was deeper, manlier. Sexier. He was breathless, but looked down at his lap, almost guilty. "No...!"

"I'm sorry, Pavi... Did I... Did I hurt you...?"

He shook his head sadly. "Please w-we... We must never d-do this again..." More tears brimmed in his eyes, escaping and rolling on his flushed cheeks.

Tears fell from her own pools and she bit her lower lip. "Pavi..."

"P-please, go... go away..." He was near sobbing now. It broke her heart. She shook her head more and tightened her hand on his shoulder. He shook away from her, getting up, causing her to get up too.

"Pavi, I'm so sorry..." She whispered, turning and running out of his room, and out of his living room, hitting the door closed on her way out.

He licked the blood that had trickled from his lip and hissed at the stinging sensation, but he didn't mind using the napkin now. He sank to his chair in front of his mirror and looked in it. More tears escaped him and he let his head fall into his folded arms on the table in front of him, sobbing. The violent crying outburst caused his lip to open more and fresh blood to trickle out of the wound but he didn't mind it. He only minded one thing now. How he could have Jennifer for himself without allowing Luigi's rage to crash upon her?