Chapter 14. The Intervention

Aurora’s POV

I couldn't deny that Matteo's rebuff hurt me more than a dagger thrust into my heart. Maybe I was hoping for too much and I failed to realize that nothing romantic could ever happen between us, not even the dinner he asked for.

My mind flashed back to the sparring match and wondered why he wanted to fight with his brother. I didn't see Angelo as a violent person, but then, he was a descendant and the second son of Aldo Moretti. Violence ran through his veins.

Sparring matches weren't new to me since we had lots of them where I came from, but I wanted to know how it went so I headed for the kitchen where I'd find Ilaria.

I worried about how Matteo would fight with his injured hands, then I shook off the feeling of worry. It wasn't my business.

"Are you busy?" I asked, putting on my apron. Matteo asked me not to cook but I wasn't sure I could obey his order and stay away from the kitchen when I wasn't lying on a hospital bed.