Isabella's confusion quickly turned to annoyance, her brow furrowing as she straightened herself. "What could you possibly want from me?" she demanded, her voice firm, but there was an undercurrent of apprehension. "If you’re talking about a child, I’m telling you right now, that’s not happening."
Enrico’s eyes flashed dangerously at her words. Before she could react or comprehend what was coming next, he stood up swiftly, rounding the desk in a fluid motion. His tall, imposing figure moved with precision, and Isabella’s breath caught in her throat.
“Enrico, what are you—” she began, but the words were cut off when he closed the space between them in an instant. His hand shot out, gently but firmly grasping the back of her neck. The warmth of his skin sent a shock through her system, imm
