Isabella watched him closely, her heart pounding in her chest as his fingers brushed against her skin, carefully cleaning the wound. His hands were steady, precise, as though he’d done this before. He probably had. Enrico was the kind of man who would never trust anyone else to handle something this important, even something as small as first aid.
The silence between them stretched, heavy and thick, until Isabella couldn’t take it anymore.
“You should go,” she said, her voice cutting through the quiet. Enrico paused, glancing up at her with a questioning look, but she continued before he could say anything. “You should go to Carmen. She’s carrying your child, after all. She’s the one who needs you.”
Enrico’s hands stilled, but he didn’t look at her. For a moment, the air between them cr
