Chapter 8

Hurt

ARABELLA’S POV

You see, when I said Alvise was intimidating and demanding, I wasn’t being biased because I’d once been obsessed with him. It was simply who he was without even trying.

I was reminded of that fact as he held my gaze, waiting for me to answer his question, the same question that had completely caught me off guard.

I blinked away my confusion. “I already told you. I had to stay back and finish some work. I lost track of time and only left once I was done.”

His eyes narrowed, then he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the muscles in his jaw visibly tightening.

“You kept working until midnight.” He tapped the arm of the chair. “You saw it was raining.” Another tap. “And then you decided to walk home in the rain anyway.” Tap. Then he dragged his thumb across his lower lip. “Is that what you’re telling