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Isabella was woken up by the sound of the door opening. She had spent the night shivering outside until sleep finally overtook her. She stood up slowly and turned to face Angelo who was standing by the door. He stared at her disgustedly and said, "get in quickly before people around will know that there's a cheap p********e living in my house." Isabella stared at him for a while without saying anything and quietly walked inside. As she passed by him, she noticed the deep cut on his arm. The blood had dried up and he didn't even bother to get it cleaned up. She told herself that he deserved it for what he did to her at the club. She felt really tired and her back ached from sitting in one position for too long. She quickly went into the bathroom, freshened up and put on something decent.