Chapter 90

GIULIA

I looked from Mark to the strange woman, who was surprisingly staring intently at me. Her piercing green eyes drilled hard into me, filling me with a sense of recognition like I had met her somewhere. How else would someone I hadn't met before gaze at me with such contempt? It was a deep vile stare that should only be shot at an enemy.

Frowning, I gave her an appraisal. Starting from her raven black hair to the bandage on her forehead, down to the red nightgown she was putting on before my gaze returned to Mark, who had yet to respond to my question.

Sighing, he rubbed his palm on the back of his neck. “Can you sit? This will take a while,” he said after a brief moment of deliberation, his tone showing he wasn't thrilled about this.

Glaring daggers at the intruder, I walked over to a loveseat and plopped down on it. “So? Who is she?” I demanded again, not in the mood to wait for him to sit. Having a stranger call an end to what was supposed to be the best date ever wasn't so