But Enrico didn’t respond. He moved with purpose, his stride unyielding as he carried her through the grand double doors that led into the foyer. Isabella could see the surprised expressions of a few of the staff members who caught sight of them, but Enrico’s authoritative presence kept them from intervening. He marched straight past them, heading for the staircase that led to his private quarters.
Isabella continued to struggle, her hands pushing against his back, trying to squirm free, but his grip was like iron. “Enrico, I’m serious! Let me go!”
He ignored her protests, moving swiftly up the stairs, his breath steady despite the exertion. Isabella realized with a jolt of frustration that there was no point in fighting him, not physically at least. He was determined, and his strength f
