Chapter 164: My wife
As the door swung open, Beatrix entered the room accompanied by two men, each exuding an aura of power and danger. One had the unmistakable air of a bad boy, with a confident swagger and a mischievous glint in his eyes. The other was quieter, his presence commanding respect and instilling a sense of fear in those around him, despite his lack of words. He radiated an intimidating presence, even more so than Remo.
Beatrix’s expression was one of concern as she entered the room, her eyes immediately drawn to Stella lying in the hospital bed. "Oh, Stella, how are you feeling?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.
Stella managed a weak smile at the sight of her best friend, grateful for her presence in this moment of uncertainty. "I’m hanging in there," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just taking it one step at a time."
Beatrix nodded, her eyes scanning the room as she took in the sight of Matteo holding their newborn daughter. "She’s beautiful," she remarked, her voice filled with awe and wonder.
Matteo’s heart swelled with pride at the compliment, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Thank you," he said softly, his gaze never leaving their daughter’s face.
The quiet man finally broke his silence, his deep voice cutting through the tension in the room. "You’re finally a man, huh?" he teased Matteo, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
Matteo’s glare was met with an amused chuckle from the man, who seemed unfazed by his friend’s reaction. "Not now, Damien," Matteo replied, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.
Damien shrugged, his expression unapologetic. "What? I’m just congratulating you," he replied, his tone light but tinged with a hint of mischief.
Matteo shook his head, unable to suppress a small smile despite himself. "Thanks, Damien," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Your words mean the world to me."