"I'd like us to have a talk." Giancarlo said.
"We can do that here."
She furrowed her brows.
"Can you just put on your shoes? You don't have to be stubborn about everything. You're never growing from that behaviour."
She scrunched her brows at him.
"Wear your shoes, Diana, and stop looking at me like that."
She hesitated, but walked over and slipped her feet into her sneakers. She moved closer to him, but the man didn't open the door. Instead, he turned to her and dragged his thumbs across her eyes, wiping off her tears.
"You cry a lot, you know that?"
She swatted his hand away. "That's none of your business."
"Just like your mother," he mumbled and she immediately lifted her gaze to him. But he grabbed her hand, giving her no chance to ask questions.
As they tried to step out of the house, the bodyguards got in their way, blocking them.
"You can't leave this house."
Giancarlo's face hardened, turning into stone. "Step out of my way."
"Sir—"
