He spoke with such righteous indignation that for a moment, everyone exchanged bewildered glances, unsure how to gently remind him of this harsh reality.
Perhaps it was the sheer strangeness in their gazes.
Marco felt a surge of irritation welling up within him.
That day, Elena had those gifts dumped at his doorstep like rubbish, acting so resolutely as if she truly intended to sever all ties with him.
He panicked immediately and intended to go to the Costello residence to apologise. But Isabella pulled him back.
"Marco, if you go today, you'll be doomed to walk on eggshells around Miss Elena from now on."
Isabella twirled her fingers, a knowing smile playing in her eyes. "Though I come from humble origins, I've seen more men than you ever have. Both men and women are creatures who g
