Chapter 21. I Wanna Help

ISABELLA’S POV

“You know you have to apologize to Valencia, right?” I say to Dante as soon as he opens the bathroom door. His hair is wet and he on his forehead, a few lose strands almost entering his piercing eyes directed curiously at me.

His skin is shiny, like he was carved from fine porcelain, by the hands of Aphrodite herself. I could stare at him all day and never get tired.

“You know I don’t really care if Valencia hates me or not Isabella.” He says with a raise of his brows, an amused smirk on his face as opposed to the murderous look he had on his face last night.

“Don’t say that, Dante.” I say with a sigh, getting up from his king-sized bed and walking slowly towards him with my hands across my chest.

“You wrongly accused her last night after she almost died. You almost kept her away from Marco because of your paranoia. We know now that it was one of your guards who ratted you out so stop being so stubborn and just apologize to her.”