Dante.
Her ex-husband.
The man who she wanted to run away from at all cost for the sake of her child's fate.
He was finally here for her and her son.
If it wasn't for the situation that she was in, Isla wouldn't be so glad for him to have appeared in her shop.
How funny.
''No. You apparently don't need the filthy parts of your body that dared to come in contact with my wife.''
While waylen struggled to lift himself, he noticed the expensive-looking wine boots gradually coming towards his way.
Just as he was about to raise his gaze up to have a look at the unknown person in the flower shop, another wave of pain landed on his fingers.
''These fingers of yours are not worthy of touching my wife's skin.''
