Chapter 62

Isabella’s POV Matteo's wound was deep. The bullet pierced his skin, and I couldn't make myself look at it while the doctor was taking the bullet out. Matteo wanted me to leave as the doctor removed the bullet, but I don't wanna leave his side. I want to stay and ensure he won't be in danger. “You don't have to stay.” He looked at my face. His expression was serious, and even when the doctor was already stitching the wound, he didn't flinch a little. “Doesn't it hurt?” I asked worriedly. His jaw ticked. “There's anesthesia, Isabella.” I gasped. “I know, but…it will still sting a bit. I guess…” Matteo stared at me before he slowly shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I got used to it.” “To be shot?” I asked. My voice is rising. He let out a soft chuckle. “To pain.” I hissed. “I know you fear nothing, but this is serious! You were shot!” “Don't worry about anything. I’ll handle it.” I bit my bottom lip. I don't know why I feel like it's my fault. The bullet chopped my hair, and I felt like it