CHAPTER SEVENTY - TWO - FIGHTING HIS JEALOUSY FOR MR. DIEGO SANTIAGO.

Mateo beat his two hands together as if he was getting rid of dust on them. It was a clear way of telling the man on the floor that he was trash. " You are okay, right?" Mateo looked toward Isabella had the sound of Diego's voice. He had his hands on her arms now and was looking her all over. Mateo's fingers clenched into fists and his teeth gritted together. He took a deep breath in. What was with him? He should be thankful to the guy for protecting her from a man who was obviously a pervert, but instead the sight of them together, with his hands on her infuriated him. Worse, Isabella was smiling at him. Forget the fact that it was a polite and thankful smile. " He didn't hurt you, did he?" Diego asked further. No, he didn't, obviously but you did. He would know, Isabella had told him all about it the night of Mr. Fernandez's murder. The night he had spent in her bed and arms. The hypocrite. But he did help her. Isabella shaked her head. " I'm fine, Diego, really,"