Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 143

Luca’s POV

“Dinner’s ready, sir.” Matilda’s voice echoed from the entrance of the sitting room once again, and I glanced behind the couch to stare at her. “Thank you, Matilda.” I murmured with a nod of my head and waited until she had turned back around and made her way out of the sitting room, before returning back to the position I was sitting in moments ago.

“Let’s go have dinner,” I said softly to her as I turned my head around to stare at her and she nodded her head a couple of times with a whispered ‘alright’. We’ve been in here after Matilda had gone back to the kitchen in order to prepare my own dinner, and we’ve been mostly left in a couple of stretched out blanket of silence, the rest of the time that had passed by, has been with the both of us lightly discussing about music, and she had been shy although, and would start blushing and wouldn’t be able to stare at the television well, whenever a music video comes up and the video had explicit content in it. Albeit her shyness, she had still been able to converse with me somewhat and I had found myself wanting to listen to her speak forever in that light, tiny and almost breathless voice of hers.

I pushed myself onto my feet and stretched my hand out to her in invitation and she froze for a few seconds, before darting her eyes towards my face and back to my outstretched hand only to return back to my face once again and I nodded my head at her reassuringly. She slowly lifted her right hand from the top of her thighs and slowly placed it in mine, her hand still not able to take more than like half of the space on my opened palm. I closed my hand around hers and watched as her mouth parted a little, just as I pulled her out of the seat with a sure and firm tug. She was out of the couch in a second, and in the next, her body was being tugged into mine.

She placed her other hand on my chest in order to steady herself, seeing as her head came to lightly tap against the middle of my chest, as I had pulled on her hand. She had stared up at me after that, while I was already staring down at her and our eyes met immediately. She looked away as soon as our eyes had locked, and she was moving away from my body as well, by taking a couple of step back and muttering words of apologies for slamming into my body.

I dismissed her trail of apologies with a wave of my free hand, and then I started to make my way out of the sitting room, with my right hand firmly but not too tightly wrapped around her small fingers. She walked beside me as I made my way through the hallway, and I took everything in me to not swoop down and lift her up in my arms because she was just so cute and small looking. On the day we had walked beside each other was only a one time thing, on the day we had gotten married. And even then, when she had obviously been in a pair of high heeled shoes, her head hadn’t still been able to pass the length of my shoulders.

Now that she was walking bare footed, her head had managed to reach around my breast area as I made my way straight into the dinning room area, without going through the kitchen first, then walking into dining room through the doors adjoining them together.

I let go of her hand as soon as I got to the far end of the table where two plates had been set up and I pulled her chair out for her, holding it as she sank into it gracefully, her cheeks pinking up in a little embarrassment as our eyes locked after I had pushed her chair back from her. She averted her gaze with a blush and I sank into my seat as well, we were only a few feet apart, because I was sitting on the head of the dining room, while Sofia was sitting in the seat on my immediate right hand side.

We started eating a few minutes later and I tried my best not to stare at her face too much as she ate, because each time she caught me watching her, it took more than a minute more before she’d be able to bring herself to pick up another tiny bit of waffles. I had a feeling she didn’t usually eat this slowly and carefully whenever she was on her own, or eating with Sarah and Matilda, and was only eating this way because it was clearly unusual for the both of us to share a meal together, coupled with the fact that she might still be scared of me still, counting on all the amount of rumors she’d have heard before she got married off to me.