The Infamous Italian's Secret Baby - Plot & Excerpts
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed on the paleness of her face as she sat stiffly upright in her own chair. ‘Considering our—past acquaintance, shall we say?—I believe refraining from addressing me as “Mr Danti” in that superior tone would be a good way to begin.’ She raised her brows in what she hoped was a querying manner. ‘Our past acquaintance…?’ Gabriel’s mouth thinned. ‘Do not play games with me, Bella!’ She shot him another glance before looking sharply away again. ‘I wasn’t sure you had remembered we’d met before…’ ‘Oh, I remember,’ he growled. She swallowed hard before speaking. ‘As do I—Gabriel,’ she conceded tightly. He gave a humourless smile. ‘You had absolutely no idea I would be here tonight, did you?’ Those eyes flashed deeply purple at his mocking tone. ‘Why should I have done? Dahlia’s name is Fabrizzi.’ ‘Her mother, my aunt Teresa, is my father’s younger sister,’ Gabriel supplied evenly. Bella’s mouth twisted. ‘How sweet that you flew all the way from Italy to attend your cousin’s wedding!’ Gabriel’s mouth thinned at her obvious mockery.
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