CHAPTER EIGHTY - THREE - MAMA IS FINALLY IMPROVING.

Isabella continued up the stairs very much aware that Mateo was following after her. The stairs had been closer to her than it had been to him, so it gave her the advantage. " BeLLA, come on, let's talk," Mateo called out once again. " I have nothing to say to you. You see, I happen to no longer want us to spend as much time as possible together before you leave for home," Isabella answered in a dry voice. " You can leave now for all I care!" Mateo cursed under his breath and hurried up the stairs, taking it two at a time to catch up with her. When he did, he took hold of her hand that was not holding the hot cup of tea and pulled her to a stop. He maneuvered over, coming to stand in front of her. " Get your hands off me!" Isabella snarled from clenched teeth. Mateo let her go immediately and raised his hands up in front of him to show his surrender. Isabella rolled her eyes and tried to leave. He moved immediately, obstructing her from doing so. " I'm really sorry, BeLLA,