PENELOPE'S POV ~
Before I could throw up at the window, I tried to rein in the nausea that was building up. Giovanni slowly came behind me, but before his hands could make contact with my body, I was already fleeing to the toilet.
My hands clutched the toilet seat for support as I retched and heaved. Hot, acidic bile rose in my throat, and I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me. I tried to breathe deeply, but the smell of vomit made my stomach churn even more. My whole body trembled as I heaved again, and I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to faint. When it was over, I slumped against the wall, weak and exhausted.
Giovanni entered the room, his eyes immediately taking in my state before he approached with tender caution. He gently pulled me into his strong arms as though I were a delica
