Roman gritted his teeth. Of course, he knew she was referring to Sirui. "Wait for me."
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Isabella hung up the phone with a smile. If even he couldn't handle it, wouldn't she, Isabella, be incompetent?
In less than half an hour, Roman returned to the villa. He thought she would be downstairs, "Mom, where's Isabella?"
"Oh, I told her to wait for you in your room. Go and check on her quickly," Mrs. Bianchi said.
Upon hearing this, Roman became a bit annoyed. "Why did you let her go to my room?"
Mr. Bianchi, seeing his displeasure, spoke sternly, his face cold. "What are you fussing about? She's your fiancée. What's wrong with her going to your room?"
"I don't want to talk to you." Roman looked like a volcano about to erupt as he hurried upstairs.
