POP MY CHERRY DADDY.
Chapter 65.
Author’s Pov.
Isabella sank into the chair, with her palm to her forehead, while Ignazio’s hand rested on her lap, constantly stealing glances at her.
Isabella has exhaled at least thrice since the ride started.
Like her solace that Ignazio is. She had run into his arm ignoring the presence of Anna, and for once till she got into the car, she never imagined what consequences her actions could cost her. Ignazio’s hug was passionate, it had never been less passionate. It was not like the hug that a normal father and child would share. Her palm turned sweaty at the thought that Anna might have processed their actions in her head multiple times and she must have come to the conclusion that they were f*****g each other.
The thought of that made her h
