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Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 141

Luca’s POV

I pushed the door closed behind me as soon as I had made my way into the house and I pulled the door shut, as I pushed my way away from the door and started to make my way deeper into the house. I paused at the middle of the hallway and toed off my shoes, before moving the shoes to the side of the hallway, and continuing my walk down the hallway. I paused outside the entrance of the sitting room and stared into it, and my eyes landed on Sofia almost immediately.

I felt my mouth dry up slowly, and my throat bobbed on an empty swallow motion, and I stared into the back of her head intently, wondering why I had been so eager to see her tonight.

Granted, she had managed to crawl her way into my head, and coupled with what had happened between us last night, which had led to her falling asleep in my arms.

One of those reasons was most definitely worry, which was completely and totally understandable… the other reason, wasn’t really understandable to me.

It was almost frightening, because I had wanted to return home late to her a week ago, and today, I found myself thinking about her a lot and wanting to come home to her eagerly.

A sensible person would make his way into the house without pausing to make his appearance known to her, or even think of walking into the sitting room to sit with her and have a conversation with her.

But then, I didn’t think I was a smart person at this very moment, because after a few more moments of me still standing in the spot where I had been for a few minutes now, I started to make my way into the sitting room. She whipped her head around almost immediately I had started to make my way into the sitting room, probably in curiosity or fright as soon as she had heard the sound of my footsteps.

Her eyes had landed on me immediately, and I watched as her lips, which had been parted in fright, slid close instantly, as well as color flooding her cheeks immediately. I walked forward into the room, with my eyes locked with hers and my hands now shoved in my pockets.

I walked around the couch she was sitting on, it was a three seater couch and she immediately slid her feet off the couch, sitting up in a sitting position instantly. I hesitated for a few moments, wondering if I wasn’t being all up over her like this, as I slowly sank into the three seater couch. I felt her stiffen even more beside me, and I glanced at her to find her staring down at her wrinkling fingers on her thighs. My eyes landed on the exposed skin of her thighs, courtesy of her small skirt riding high up on her tights, and I felt my throat dry up even more, as my eyes drank in how smooth and creamy and delicate those exposed skin looked.

I dragged my gaze away from her thighs and focused it on her face, to see her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, as she stared down pointedly at her fingers, refusing to stare up at me, or give any sign that I was sitting down beside her.

“Sofia,” I breathed out in a low voice, to avoid starting her up or catching her unaware, and I watched as she jolted on her spot on the couch in response to my voice, before she was slowly raising her head up to stare at me, or at my throat, because her eyes still haven’t managed to reach my face.

She was the cutest thing. I thought to myself as I continued to speak after a few moments, and it was obvious that she wasn’t going to be saying a thing in reply.

“How are you?” I inquired and stared down at her, watching as her fingers kept tangling with themselves on her thighs, with her teeth worrying her lower lips continuously.

“Uh, I’m good?” I replied after a few moments, and her reply had skipped out in a small, unsure voice, making the reply come out in a questioning tone, and it made me chuckle a little.

To think I had found it annoying that she couldn’t hold a conversation with me at first, as soon as I had gotten married to her.

Because it was literally the cutest thing.

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