Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 316

Sofia’s pov

For the first morning in three days, I woke up without feeling like I was going to burst into frustrated

tears. I could still feel Luca’s firm arms around me as he held me against him. Even in his sleep, he

was always holding onto me like he’d never let me go. I glanced up at his face and took in the stress

lines that were now marking the top of his, it was very obvious that he was very much stressed and

needed to get as much rest as possible, but I was sure he was going to be out of bed in an instant if I

needed him.

Damn my stupid body for reacting to him the way I had did that day when I had thought he had been

about to hit me. What had I even been thinking? I mean, it wasn’t like Luca had ever made me feel like

he was ever got to ever lay a finger on me. The only time he has ever laid a finger on me was

whenever he was spanking my ass, which also doesn’t frequently, unfortunately.

Well at least he had said we were going to talk about it some other time, I really hope we got to talk

about it as soon as possible, I didn’t want anything to hang between us. I carefully rolled out of his grip

and made sure he hadn’t stirred awake, before carefully padding towards the bathroom.

I didn’t take my bath, all I did was to wash my face and empty my bladder, and then I made my way

downstairs. I knew he was going to be really hungry when he wake up, so attempting to make him Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

breakfast doesn’t seem like a bad idea to me now.

To think I had thought I was going to be subjected to cooking against my will, like a dutiful wife was

supposed to as soon as I had gotten married now sounded so absurd to me, because here I was,

wanting to prepare something for my husband, on my own will, because I knew it was going to make

him happy.

I didn’t know my way around the kitchen all that much, but from the time I’ve spent in here with Matilda,

I knew it wouldn’t be hard to whip something up for him.

And that was where Matilda had met me when she arrived in the kitchen, and as expected, she didn’t

fail to express just how shocked she was to see me cooking, but I only giggled at the scandalous

expression on her face. It was as if she sensed the change in my mood in sn instant, because she was

asking me if all was now alright, and so informed her that Armani had now been found.

Throughout the time Luca had left and hadn’t returned, I had spent most of the day with Sarah and

Matilda, Sarah had been scared because she had missed him for years only to hear that he had been

kidnapped a day after he had arrived here in Italy, and that had only made me feel really worse. That

night, I hadn’t really gotten any sleep, instead, I had spent most of the night longing for Luca and crying

and also praying nothing happens to Armani. I hadn’t eaten the next day exceit for a few things here

and there which I had to force down my throat because I knew using drugs on an empty stomach was a

definite no.

It was exactly why Matilda had noticed the change in my mood instantly, and after a few more

moments, she assisted me and in no time, breakfast was come ready. Because I didn’t want Luca to

come down yet, I wanted him to eat and return back to sleep, because I was sure he was going to still

leave for work today, he barely gets any rest, which was saddening.

I carried the food upstairs and went three rounds to get everything upstairs, and surprisingly, Luca was

still fast asleep. I expected him to have jolted a little because he wasn’t that much of a deep sleeper,

but he didn’t, which was more proof that he really was tired.

I shook him a little and he was blinking beautiful eyes at me after fleeting second. I bit my bottom lip,

feeling overwhelmed from how intense his gaze was.

“Sofia?” He asked, morning voice making my body tingle. I nodded at the side of the bed. “I made you

breakfast.”

Because he kept staring at me after I had spoken, and was already making me feel shy, I fidgeted and

shifted a little. “I figured out that you were really tired and would also be really hungry, so I thought

making you breakfast would be nice.”

I glanced down at my small fingers. “It’s probably stupid…” I was mumbling this time, and gasp a little

when I felt a strong arm around my waist as I got pulled on top of him to straddle his waist. I blushed

when I noticed how he was regarding me like I had done something way more than making him

breakfast.

“Oh, bunny. You made me breakfast? That’s so sweet, you’re so sweet.” He paused and leaned

forward to press a kiss against the side of my throat.

“It’s nothing.” I murmured but he shushed me. “Of course it is, it’s not stupid, it’s very nice and

thoughtful of you, thank you.”

He glanced at thr breakfast and then back st me to press another kiss st the underside of my jaw and I

swallowed emptily while my whole body heated up.

“Thank you, bunny.”

“You’re welcomed, Luca.” I responded after a moment.

“Where’s yours?” He asked after a few moments of him doing nothing but hugging me to him and

sniffing my throat and shoulders in a way I find really cute.

“Oh, it’s still downstairs but I don’t feel really hungry right now.” I responded into his hair, and I was sure

he heard perfectly because he was stiffening instantly and pulling back in the next moment.

“Bullshit, bunny. I bet you didn’t really eat a thing yesterday, did you?”

Because I couldn’t lie to him since he was going to be able to tell, I slowly shook my head in response,

feeling my cheeks flame up.

“You’d eat here with me, Is that okay with you?” He asked and I nodded my head while my stomach

fluttered.

“That’s a good girl.”

He pressed a small kiss at the curve of my shoulder and I suppressed a shiver.