Damian looked at Isabella with a mix of frustration and disbelief. His eyes narrowed as he spoke, his voice tinged with irritation. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked, each word deliberate and sharp. He shifted his weight slightly, trying to ease the pressure on his sore foot. "You have been stepping on my foot continuously," he continued, his tone growing more accusatory. "Are you trying to break it off?" His eyebrows arched as he waited for her response, the pain in his foot throbbing with each second that passed.