Chapter 341: A Rival?
Ian took a deep breath, reminding himself to dial down the intensity. He needed not to scare away whoever was at the door with a murderous expression. The relentless ringing of the doorbell suggested growing impatience on the visitor’s part, as if he had decided to keep his finger glued to the bell. Frowning, Ian strode towards the door impatiently.
The man, who had just raised his hand to knock, now stood frozen, his gaze fixed on Ian. Ian met the man’s curious stare with an unwavering one of his own. He noted a momentary flicker of surprise on the visitor’s face, as if encountering Ian was not part of the expected scenario. The man’s eyes darted from Ian to the door number, and then back to Ian.
Squinting slightly, the man’s expression shifted, a subtle glare forming as his eyes bore into Ian’s. Without preamble, he questioned, "Is this Isabella’s house?"
Ian arched an eyebrow at the abruptness of the question. There was something about the man’s demeanor that set off alarm bells in Ian’s mind. The thinly veiled hostility in the man’s gaze didn’t escape Ian’s notice, and it was clear that this encounter might not be a casual visit.
"Yes, it is," Ian replied, maintaining a guarded composure. "And you are?"
Ian’s question made the man’s lips tighten into a thin line. Ignoring him now, the man actually dared to step inside, as if he owned the place. With a simple move, Ian blocked his path, positioning himself squarely in the middle of the doorway, effectively preventing the man’s advance.
The man’s face twisted in irritation, his thinly veiled politeness replaced by undisguised rudeness.
"Out of my way," he demanded, his tone carrying a haughty edge.
Ian simply shrugged, his expression impassive at the man’s attempt to intimidate him, " I don’t recall inviting you in. State your business."