35. Trapped In His Past

MATTEO’s POV

My gaze shifted towards Evelyn, my eyes betraying a mix of incredulity and disbelief. Her long nails drummed on my desk in an annoying, rhythmic beat, while her green eyes bore into me like daggers. Evelyn stole the letter, and she knew how her life was hanging by the thread.

As her hand drifted across my exposed flesh, a chill ran through me. Her voice, laced with longing, whispered, "I've missed you, Matteo." But as I gazed into her eyes, I saw a reflection of someone I despised, a person I'd hoped to never encounter again. A wave of revulsion washed over me, my muscles tensing in response to the unwanted touch. The ghost of my past loomed over us, its specter casting a shadow over this stolen moment.