My stomach twisted as the man stepped inside. Recognition hit like a freight train—it was Matteo, the same bodyguard who had handed me lilies earlier that afternoon. His eyes swept across the room, scanning it with precision before they landed on me.
Alecia, now steady, hurried over to Marco, whispering frantically, “Who the hell is this?”
Matteo didn’t even acknowledge them. He strode toward me in a few powerful steps, shrugged off his long overcoat, and draped it over my shoulders. The warmth was instant, chasing away the lingering cold.
I let out a shaky breath, too exhausted to ask how he found me. Instead, I nodded a silent thanks.
Marco’s voice rose as I button up the the with shaky hands. “Who the hell is this guy? I’m calling 911 right now of he doesn't leave here!”
Matteo ig
