Isabella felt her heart pounding in her chest, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she watched the mixture of emotions playing out on Enrico's face. There was shock, confusion, anger, and something else, betrayal. She had expected this and had steeled herself for the inevitable reaction, but it was still terrifying to see him, the powerful and composed Enrico, caught off guard.
For a moment, he didn’t move, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her want to shrink back, but she forced herself to hold his gaze, refusing to show any sign of weakness. The syringe still in her hand, now empty, hung limply by her side as she tried to gather her thoughts and get out of the bed immediately.
But before she could act, Enrico’s hand shot out with surprising speed and streng
