Enrico’s gaze softened slightly, a hint of admiration in his eyes. “You’re full of surprises, wife.”
She didn’t respond, her focus entirely on finishing the stitches. She worked quickly but carefully, ensuring that each stitch was tight and secure.
As Isabella continued stitching up Enrico's wound, the room was filled with a tense silence. Enrico’s eyes stayed locked on her, studying her every movement. The sharp pain from his wound was secondary to the curiosity that was building inside him. Despite everything, Isabella was showing a resilience and skill he hadn't expected.
He let out a slow, deliberate breath and decided to break the silence. “You’re doing a good job with those stitches,” he said softly, almost conversationally. “But aren’t you curious about your father? About what
