Chapter 14

Isabella’s POV Matteo Moretti has disappeared from my sight for quite a while now, but I still couldn’t bring myself to move. The warmth of Noah’s hand on mine was nothing compared to the humiliation I felt because of the head of this household. I don’t know if he really intended to humiliate me, or I simply felt humiliated because I looked down on myself. “Come, Miss Clarkson. I will be roaming you around the mansion.” James’ voice was steady as professional once again. “I will do it myself.” Noah’s voice was enthusiastic. “That won’t do, young master. You have to attend your tutoring session.” Noah’s face crumpled into a frown. “I don’t want to attend it.” “Young master, your father would not be happy to hear that.” I watched Noah as he slowly let go of my hand. He doesn’t look happy at all when he looked up at me. “You’d be here when I come back, right?” I sighed, and squatted in front of me. “I won’t be here because I’ll be getting my thing.” “When will you start working?” “I just