"If you have the time, of course." Isabella Moretti took the pizza from him and walked inside.
Ethan Hunt stepped in, looking around with a smile growing on his face. "This woman has good taste."
As Isabella Moretti walked into the kitchen, she casually asked, "If you'd like to eat, you're welcome to join."
"Thank you, but compared to pizza, I prefer you." His tone was playful, quite different from the serious Ethan Hunt during the day when discussing work.
Hearing his less serious words, Isabella Moretti didn't get angry but responded in her usual tone, "Mr. Ethan Hunt, you should take care of yourself. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle too much stress."
Ethan Hunt sat down in front of her, a wicked smile playing on his lips, full of temptation. "My stamina definitely exceeds your imagination."
Isabella Moretti smiled faintly as she put a slice of pizza into her mouth. "I really don't have time to think about your stamina. So, why are you showing up at my doorstep and holding my pizza? I don't think you're really a delivery guy."
With his impeccable suit and demeanor, he certainly didn't look like a delivery guy. Even a button on his suit could probably buy her enough pizza for a month.
"Why do you assume that I must be what you imagine?"
"Ahem..." Isabella Moretti hadn't expected him to ask so directly, causing her to cough a few times.
Sitting across from her, Ethan Hunt elegantly poured her a glass of water when he noticed her coughing.
Isabella Moretti took the glass and drank two sips, feeling a bit out of sorts in front of someone for the first time, especially Ethan Hunt.
"Perhaps I misunderstood you? But your words and actions that day were pretty clear, and you didn't explain anything. Moreover, how could a stranger like you end up in bed with me?"
"In that case, it's your fault, isn't it? You're the one who barged into my room," Ethan Hunt said. Meeting her made him lenient towards those who had meddled with his affairs. Otherwise, no amount of wealth could compensate for his mistakes.
Isabella Moretti realized that she had indeed entered the wrong room that day, but even so, could he shift all the blame onto her?
"By your logic, you think I'm just one of those messy women, and you felt like taking advantage of it, so you slept with me?"
Ethan Hunt twitched his lips unnaturally at her coarse words. "I can only tell you one thing: you intrigued me, unlike other women. The rest, I can't be bothered to explain."
"Hmph, let me tell you too, I can't be bothered to explain either. Regardless of who I am, I paid for my services, so when we walked out that door, we were even."
"Of course, we are now in a cooperative relationship," he said.
The smile returned to Isabella Moretti's face. After observing him for a few minutes, she decided not to dwell on the previous topic. "Now, can you answer my question? Why are you here?"
She didn't believe it was a coincidence or that he was just passing by. Someone like him couldn't possibly live here.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to try my luck here after work. Turns out, I had good luck." In reality, he had spotted her during his investigation and decided to follow up.