Chapter 60
He walked in briskly, his shoes clicking against the tiled floor, heart hammering—not from fear, but from anger, worry, and something he refused to name. She was sitting up in the bed, her arm in a cast, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her lips trembled, and she wouldn’t even glance at him. His chest tightened at the sight, the pit in his stomach twisting. “Isabella,” he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “I… I need to talk to you.” Her shoulders tensed, and she looked down at her lap, shaking her head. No words, no acknowledgment—just quiet sobs. Leo stepped closer, his hand brushing against hers without touching the cast. “Mi amore… please,” he whispered, the words catching in his throat. “Look at me. Just… look at me.” She flinched but didn’t move her eyes from the floo
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