“f**k the business,” Enrico cut her off, his voice firm and unwavering. His eyes darkened with concern, his grip on her waist tightening as he spoke. “Can’t you see how you look right now? You need to be checked. I'm not letting you out of my sight until I know you're alright.”
Isabella opened her mouth to protest, but the determined look in his eyes silenced her. She could see the genuine worry etched in his features, something deeper than his usual protectiveness. It was as though the business and whatever dangerous dealings he had been handling were completely irrelevant in this moment, she was his only focus.
“You’re going back to the mansion with me,” he continued, his voice softening slightly but still leaving no room for argument. “We’ll call your mother later and let her know you
