"Isabella."
Caught off guard, Isabella barely had time to react before Nathan had risen to his feet and strode toward her. His strong, vice-like grip clamped down on her wrist, holding her in place.
Isabella stared at him coldly, her expression detached as though he were a complete stranger. Her distant gaze stabbed at him like a dagger.
"Isabella, why are you in Milan? Didn’t I tell you to stay obediently in the United States?" he demanded angrily.
A mocking smile tugged at Isabella’s lips. He had sent her to the U.S., and now he expected her to comply without question? Did he see her as nothing more than a thoughtless accessory to his life?
Nathan hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Even if you wanted to come to Milan, you should have informed me beforehand."
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