Chapter 45

Isabella’s POV Holding a piece of paper with the long list of materials for Noah’s project, I walked down the grand staircase wearing black shorts, rubber shoes and a white t-shirt. My hair was tied in a messy bun while the sling of my shoulder bag hung on my right shoulder. “James?” I called as I walked around, searching for the good butler. I can just take a taxi, but it would be a hassle since Noah needs a lot of materials. “Where’s James?” I asked the maid who was cleaning the living area. “He was with Mr. Moretti in the kitchen.” “Okay. Thank you.” I smiled and turned in the direction of the kitchen. I entered the kitchen, hoping to find James, but who I found inside was someone I didn’t expect to be there. Facing a sleek laptop while sitting on the kitchen island, Matteo Moretti looked regal in that stance. He was wearing specs while his fingers were moving precisely on the keyboard. His lips were pressed into a thin line while his eyes remained on the screen of the laptop. He wa