Chapter 65

Isabella's POV The rain poured heavily as soon as we got out of the car. Noah immediately ran back in the backseat while I stood in the rain, looking at the sky. “Isabella, get inside!” Matteo's voice was stiff and angry. I smiled and looked at him. He was in the passenger seat, looking at me with a sharp gaze. His jaw tensed when I didn't oblige. “I said get inside! You'll get sick!’ I chuckled. “I won't, Matteo. It's been a long time since I played in the rain.” I saw Noah looking at me with excitement. “P-Play in the rain?” “You wanna join?” I asked, smiling at him. “No.” It was Matteo, who answered. “He's not getting a single drop of rain on him.” My head tilted as I looked at him. “And why is that?” His forehead creased. “Do I have a reason to forbid him? He's my son, Isabella.” I frowned. “Fine.” I saw James running to us carrying umbrellas in his hands. I didn't look at Matteo again even if I could feel his stares on me. It was heavy and as if he's trying to figure out what I wa