Chapter 13

Isabella’s POV For a moment, I forgot how to breath. The familiar man towering me—looking down at me like a Greek god, sculpted perfectly to fascinate people around him. It is indeed Matteo Moretti. Words dissolved on my tongue like dust as the pair of familiar blue eyes stared at me coldly—shooting icy cols stares. His head tilted a little upon seeing my face—recognizing me. “Of all the damn luck… I remember those bright, courageous eyes.” A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he savored the priceless expression on my face. We were both shocked to see each other today, but he was the first to recover. “Matteo Moretti…” He leaned closer to me, and I squeezed my eyes closed when his breath fanned my left ear. “Does my name send tingles somewhere?” I gasped at the rude question. I took a step back, terrified by the sudden rush of heat in my core when he said those words—not to remind me about that night, but to brag about his effect on me. I didn’t know this is his house, and seeing