CHAPTER SEVENTY - THREE - YES, I AM JEALOUS.

Right. The restroom incident. What had that bitch said again? Maybe she had found him in the female restroom with Isabella and conclude that something must be going on. But even though, that was as suspicious as fuck. He glanced at Isabella. " You are just making your grave deeper," he informed. Isabella groaned and chuckled at the same time. " What is it, come on, spit it out already," she pestered. Mateo snarled. " How could you let him hold you like that?!" " What?!" Isabella blinked, surprised. " I mean, I get that he helped you with that pervert, but he has no right to hold you that way either. He had his arms around you and was acting all chummy. Hell, he even called you his Fiancee and you just let him," Mateo ranted. " Um... I didn't see the harm in that, after all, we were once engaged..." The look Mateo gave her shut her up immediately. Isabella gasped. " Wait, don't tell me... Are you jealous?" She asked, her voice high and her eyes wide. Mateo glanced at