Chapter 70.

 Author's Pov.  When Ignazio walked into the living room. He had a bundle of flowers in his hand and a branded bag that concealed an outfit he got for Isabella.   He had pictured her in this outfit. Her long sexy legs will look so good beneath the flare of this red dress.   He knew just how much she loved red, and they had suddenly become the colors he had grown to love.  Her burgundy hair would be in a bouncy coil. A black stiletto heals. The cleavage of her perfect boobs. Everything had already been imprinted in his head. She had not worn the clothes yet he knew how she would look in them. She would look like the goodness he had pictured in his imagination.   The door opened and Ignazio walked into his room to meet Isabella on the bed, hugging tightly to her kneels.  The happiness in his eyes wore off as he took the sight of her.   The looks in her eyes were not as bright as the look Isabella always had on. Her cheeks were not all red, like the color he had grown so much to lo