Matteo POV
“I’m sorry I haven’t left yet.” She stuttered, a tear slipping from her eye.
“Elizabeth,”
“I—I only wanted to help and—”
“Elizabeth,” Matteo tried to speak, but she kept rambling, her voice shaky, yet he couldn't stop noticing the delicate curve of her lips as they trembled.
“I didn’t expect Sophia to still be awake. I’m sorry that she saw me.”
“Elizabeth,” he softly spoke, though his eyes flickered to the tear glistening on her cheek. The urge to wipe it away came on so strong, he clenched his fists at his sides to hold back.
“But that woman is not competent to be Sophia’s nanny!” Her demeanor suddenly changed as she pointed a finger at him, with fire in her eyes. There was the woman he had hired. There was the fire he was drawn to—no matter how much he fought it.
“And
