Giulia’s POV When I woke up, the first sensation I felt was anger. Matteo Rinaldi’s coldness had seeped into my dreams, tainting even my subconscious with his disdain. What on earth is wrong with his mind? I tossed the covers aside, took a bath, and dressed, determined to confront him. This silent treatment had gone on long enough. As I stepped into the dining room, the smell of breakfast barely calmed my rising frustration. Matteo was already standing up from the table as I approached. “Buongiorno,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. He didn’t respond. Instead, he turned to leave, his expression unreadable. “Matteo, wait,” I called, reaching for his arm. He stopped but didn’t look at me. “Why are you treating me like this?” I asked. His eyes flicked to my hand on his arm, and with a swift motion, he pulled away, glaring. “I hate it when filth stains me,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt. I gasped, his words hitting me like a slap. “Filth?” I repeated, my vo
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