Carmen's heart hammered in her chest as she fought the sting of Enrico's words. She had never been one to back down, especially when it came to him.
Her voice softened, dripping with a mix of false sincerity and desperation. “I’m serious, Enrico. I have no intention of manipulating you or causing any harm. I’ll go apologize to Isabella now, prove to you that I can make things right.” She tried to keep her gaze steady, her posture calm, as though she were fully in control of herself.
But Enrico barely acknowledged her words. He simply waved his hand dismissively, his eyes already back on the papers strewn across his desk. “Do whatever you like,” he said flatly, not bothering to look up at her. “But don’t think for a second it changes my perception of you.”
Carmen's heart clenched as she
