Isabella's breath quickened as she processed Enrico's words. Her initial shock began to morph into a simmering anger. How could he be so calm, so detached, when proposing something so absurd, so outrageous? Her hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to rein in her emotions.
"Are you joking?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and incredulity. "Of all the people you could choose to have a child with, you want it to be me? What kind of twisted game are you playing this time?"
Enrico's face remained composed, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why not you?" he responded smoothly, leaning back in his seat with an air of unshakable confidence. "I've been looking forward to pinning you on my bed longer than you can imagine. And don't act like you do
