Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 288

Luca’s POV

But now… it was feeling like I was fulfilled, like I was content and satisfied with this level of happiness, like it was filled up and I couldn’t want any more. I had a wife, a beautiful and loving one who was always making me happy without even trying, who was the best and most beautiful thing that had happened to me. And now, my younger brother is back home, healthy and alive, and I couldn’t be any happier and content as it is.

“You’re smiling.”

I turned my head around to glance at Armani with raised eyebrows after he had spoken those three words a fleeting moment ago.

“I am?” I mused and watched as he rolled his eyes a little before nodding his head a little.

“Yeah, you are.” He muttered in response. I huffed out a small breath and lifted up one of my hands to use to Pat the sides of my face.

“Oh, I didn’t even realize.” I finally muttered.

“It’s because of your wife, right? You’ve been looking more relaxed after you’ve gone to her for long hours to do only what God knows.”

“Armani.” I called out with a small laugh as I paused to turn around and stare at him pointedly

“What? It’s true.” He replied without missing a beat. A small grin came out to start to dance around the corners of his lips as he decided to start to speak after a couple of moments.

“It’s a very good thing though, it looks so good on you.” He continued with a small shrug of my shoulders and got caught off guard at that moment. I was silent at first but ended up huffing out a small laugh and reaching out to Pat his shoulder a little.

“Hm.” Was the only sound I made as I turned around on my heels and started to make my way towards the sitting room, noticing that Armani came forward to fall into steps beside me after a Few seconds.

We finally arrived at the door of the sitting room which was wide open, and I paused outside the door at first to stare at Armani after a fleeting moment. Armani was staring straight into the sitting room, with his eyes zeroing in on her almost immediately, and I watched as his mouth fell open after a slow second. I moved my eyes off my brother to focus it on my wife who was currently focused on what was playing on the television at the moment.

She was grinning a little and also biting her lips as she moved a little on the couch her age was currently sitting on, and I noticed her thighs which were revealed because of her gown that had ridden up at some point from her moving around on the couch.

I moved my eyes back until I was staring at Armani once again, and at that same moment, Armani started to turn his gewe around until he was staring at me.

“She’s so…” Armani Started to whisper as he turned his head around until he was staring at Sofia once again.

“So what?” I asked after a moment, staring at him curiously.

“So…” Armani started to speak once again, as he turned around to stare at me this time and I nodded my head at him in indication for him to continue.

“So… uh, how do I put this…”

I rolled my eyes a little before starting to speak. “So little?” I suggested and watched as he instantly turned around to stare at me.

“Yeah, that. She’s so small… That's quite different from what I had always imagined her to look like inside of my head.

I breathed out a small laugh and shook my head a little. “Are you serious right now?” I asked after a moment and watched as Armani nodded his head the next moment.

“Yeah, I am.”

“What did you think she was going to look like?” I asked after a moment, my eyes managing to siip around until it was locked on Sofia.

“Oh, well… for one, I imagined her to look like, I don’t know? Thicker? And definitely older… she looks so small.” Armani continued to speak.

I hummed a little for a moment before starting to speak. “That’s because she is small, she’s eighteen years old.” I informed him, refusing to give a chance to that part of my brain that had affected me so much at the start of our marriage by making me feel really guilty for a really long time.

“Oh, that’s… really young, but at least she’s legal.” Armani commented after a couple of moments.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked almost immediately, narrowing my eyes at him in the next moment.

“No, no… that wasn’t what I meant. I meant it on her own part, that at least she didn't get married off when she was beneath eighteen years… I’d never insinuate…” Armani started to speak but I rolled my eyes and cut him off at a certain point.

“I’d never agree to get married to her if she wasn’t of legal age at that time, and believe me when I say that I had a really huge fight with guilt for a really long time after I got married to her.” I admitted Witt a small shrug of my shoulders.

“Oh… you shouldn’t put yourself through that, since she was already of legal age. And I also know you’d be very huge on consent, so it’s all right.” Armani started to speak in the next moment and hummed a little after a few seconds had passed in silence.

I wasn’t feeling guilty any longer. I guess? She was legal, it didn’t matter that I was really older than she is, because she’s legal and like Armani had pointed out, I was indeed huge on consent, so it was all good.