Matteo understood well that I wasn’t someone who surrendered easily, yet he also knew I would never hurt someone truly innocent. Still, he didn’t give me the chance to explain. With a swift kick, he knocked me aside and scooped Sylvia into his arms before storming out.
My bodyguard hurried over to lift me, but my entire body trembled with pain. When I caught his confused gaze, I forced a small, bitter smile. As I turned, he noticed the dagger lodged deep in my back.
It wasn’t Matteo’s slap that had injured me. I wasn’t that weak. When I fell, my body had struck the knife lying on the ground. The doctor later told me the wound had missed my heart by mere inches. If it had been even a little closer, I would have died right there in front of Matteo.
After getting the injury stitched up, I refused to stay in the hospital. Besides, I had endured three knife wounds before. Tasting blood had long since become second nature to me.
When I arrived back at the estate, Matteo was sitting on the living room sofa waiting for me. He lit a cigarette and motioned for me to sit opposite him. Taking a long sigh, he then stared at me with a cold, mocking half-smile.