Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 206

Sofia’s POV

“You’re sure you don’t wanna go back to the house and get some rest?” Ryan asked as soon as we’ve started to make our way towards the garden, and I had been panting way too loudly, coupled eith how I was perspirating.

I turned my head around and gave him a pointed look before starting to speak. “Can you not? I’m going to end up getting to the garden as it is, stop trying to convince me to go back to the house.” I said to him and reached up to wipe some of the sweat off my forehead, puffing out a small breath right after that.

“I didn’t say that because I wanted you to go back to the house, although that’s definitely one of the reasons.” He said in response after a fleeting second and I turned my head around sharply to glare at him, a move which made him chuckle a little.

It was the first time he was chuckling today since we’ve started to speak and I’ve got to admit that I do miss that slightly relaxed part of him- although he never goes completely relaxed around me and I don’t know why.

“I honestly said that because you also looked tired, you looked stressed and I don’t think walking beneath the sun was going to be naming matters less worse for you.” He continued to speak and I huffed out a small breath as I reached up and wiped off some off the sweat off my forehead with my finger, and then cleaned the fingers against my shirt. Once I was done here, I was going to be going back into the house and heading straight upstairs to take a cool shower.

“I’m fine… I’m just really stressed out, I guess?” I said in a quiet voice as we both walked slowly, with a little bit of space between the both of us.

Ryan didn’t say a thing to that until we arrived at the said garden that was honestly further than I thought. I didn’t think I could take any other step at the moment, seeing as my feet had started to feel really wobbly like a Jelly. I took two steps deeper ikto the garden and collapsed into the grass, as I dragged in deep breaths into my lungs as I panted hard, trying to catch my breath.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” I heard Ryan ask and I nodded my head up at him without blinking my eyes open, as I sucked in more open mouthed breathed into my lungs. I lifted my hand and carded my fingers through my hair, combing it off my clammy feeling skin and threw my head back in order to not feel like a curtain was closing me up.

I slowly blinked my eyes open to see Ryan still staring at me in the same position he had been in a couple of minutes ago.

“What?” I asked him slowly as I stared up at him and used my hand to shield my eyes from the sun.

“Did you hurt yourself, ma’am?” He asked and I blinked up confusingly, still not understanding what it was that he meant.

“Huh?”

“Your throat… Did you fall

or something? What’s that mark?” He asked and I felt myself freeze up instantly, and I sat up instantly, feeling color start to flood my cheeks in the next instant.

God, I was so stupid, how could I have forgotten about those damn marks? Those marks which I had used my hair to conceal this morning.., how could I have forgotten them a few moments ago when I fell into this grass and started to catch my breath.

I felt like slapping myself over the head at this very moment.

I watched as Ryan started to crouch down when I remained silent, and he stared pointedly at my exposed throat before starting to speak.

“It looks really bad, doesn’t it hurt?” He started to ask in a low voice and reached forward to try to touch the marks. I pulled away instantly, shaking my head a little at him as my cheeks heated up even more.