Luca had booked out the entire aircraft, making every other seat empty except for the two of them… and the men stationed discreetly behind the cockpit door.
Isabella sat with her arms crossed, carrying a large frown on her face. She hadn’t spoken to him in over twenty minutes.
Luca, who had been watching her from the opposite seat, finally broke the silence.
“Thank you,” he said quietly. “For agreeing to come back with me. I know it wasn’t an easy decision.”
“I didn’t do it for you,” she hissed at him .
“I know,” he replied, still with that annoyingly soft tone. No argument or defensiveness…Just a kind of acceptance that she would twist the knife whenever she chose. “You did it for the baby.”
“That’s right,” she murmured. “And since you understand that, I hope you also understand why
