Enrico’s soft chuckle broke through her surprise. “Saviano, huh?” he teased, his thumb lightly brushing across her knuckles. “Well, I must say, I’m quite enjoying this.”
Isabella narrowed her eyes at him, trying to suppress the embarrassment bubbling up inside her. “Enjoying what exactly?” she asked, her voice sharper than intended.
“This new side of you,” Enrico replied smoothly, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of affection and amusement. “The side where your thoughts speak first. I like it.”
Isabella pulled her hand away, crossing her arms defensively as she glared at him. “Don’t get used to it,” she muttered, though the heat rising to her cheeks betrayed her tough exterior.
But Enrico didn’t seem fazed. He merely smiled, a slow, genuine smile that made something inside her flutter
