Chapter 74 Red handed.
Isla’s POV.
Morning came in a haste. Since Dante announced to the world that I belonged to him, I moved into his wing.
I had requested to stay in the visitor’s room even though he insisted I don’t.
Unlike the west wing where I had been staying since I got into the mansion, everyone here seems attentive.
Dante had instructed them to attend to me like they did to him.
My hand clenched to my chest as I walked down the staircase.
“Good morning,” Ember, the senior servant, greeted as she bent her head slightly.
My head nodded as I walked past her.
“What's for breakfast?”
“Sir’s preparing breakfast himself today Mrs.”
My legs stilled as surprise flashed my eyes.
“Mrs, this is the first time I’ve seen him cook for anyone.”
Almighty Dante Romano, in the kitchen? Impossible.
When I arrived at the dinning I couldn’t believe my eyes.
He looked good at what he’s doing.
I almost bumped into a table. My attention was focused on him.
White Apron rounded his waist, his jawlines were sharp, the way he stirred at the pot…
Was he this hot? Or I haven’t really taken a good look at him.
“Careful, Mrs,” Ember said, pulling me backward.
His eyes caught mine as I pulled a seat out.
“How long have you been looking?” He asked, voice low.
“I couldn’t stop myself from looking at you. Why are you in the kitchen?”
Dante waved Ember away as he walked toward the table with dishes.
“You’re not going to the office today?”I pushed further.
A smile tugged at his lips.
“We haven’t had a couples moment for a while, I just wanted to make something special for you.”
Hmm, it smells good. “What’s this?”
“This is rice pottage, one of my favorites. My mom always prepares it for my brother and I. It’s a pity she’s no longer here with us, hers would have tasted better.” He teased.
My heart slammed my stomach as I clutched my hands to my sides.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to remind you of sad memories.”
“It’s already in the past, you don’t need to say sorry.”
The memory of my mother had never left my head.
The almighty Dante Romano also has a gentle side he never talked about.
Seeing him express his emotions today made my heart melt.
I recalled how my mother would make our favorite dish.
She’d tell us bed stories, and pat hairs.
“You never talked about your cooking skills, you’re sure a good chef,” I said, digging into the dish.
He gently pulled a seat beside me and sank into it.
“You never asked about it. Do you like it?”
The food tasted good, I haven’t had something like this in a long time.
“It’s good, you sure did justice to it.”
“You should have something too, you must be hungry.”
Dante’s hand reached for my waist, pulling me closer to him.
“Watching you eat is already enough for me, Isla.”
A flush left my cheek.
My heart kept racing as he watched me eat every one of the dishes on the table.
“I have something for you,” he said, sliding a box in front of me.
“What’s this?” I asked, voice cracking.
“I noticed we haven’t had time to get a ring. I asked for a customized one, hope you like it.”
Did he actually remember? I was thinking it wasn’t necessary.
The ring glowed so bright as he opened them.
His hand reached for mine, sliding it down my finger.
“It’s pretty,” I whispered.
“I wasn’t sure if you would like this.”
My phone vibrated violently on the table.
“Your sister?” He asked.
My hand tapped on the screen. “How did you know?”
“Don’t tell me it’s what I'm thinking.”
“How’s your situation with Lucia?”
Shock rippled in my chest.
Did he also know? Or was he playing dumb all along?
“What situation?” My eyes sharpened.
“I heard Lucia was working for your father as a spy.”
“How did you know? Josie told you?”
He chuckled, slipping his hand into mine.
“Don’t forget nothing gets past me, honey.”
“You decided to come home today,” my father said.
“I get to decide when I want to visit. Am I not welcome?”
“I see your little tricks, I’ve really underestimated you.” He tackled.
“You taught me that,” I sank into a seat.
He smirked, his eyes locked on mine.
“You really did put a lot of effort sneaking her into the Romano family.”
“Lucia De Luca, you’ve got good eyes for women.”
“Looks like I can’t hide anything from you anymore.” He snorted.
His face turned pale as he gripped his hand on the chair, knuckles turning white.
“You look so much like your mother, it’s just a pity she’s no longer here.”
“Don’t you dare mention my mother,” my voice sharpened.
“If she hadn’t tried to compete with me…”
My body jerked from my seat.
“Compete for what?”