Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 314

Luca’s POV

I found Sofia in her painting room.

After observing her for a while, I’ve come to notice that she took that room as a place where she found solace, it was why I had headed there straight.

She wasn’t painting, as expected. Instead, she was huddled on the far end of the room, on the ground, against the wall, with her legs pulled against her chest. She wasn’t asleep though, even though it was already half past eleven. Her eyes snapped up as soon as I had pushed the door open, and she was on her feet in an instant, as soon as she had noticed my presence.

She was dressed in a shirt, a white big shirt which I noticed was mine, and it was like a dress on her small body, as expected. Her hair was let down and they framed her face and sides, making her look so damn ethereal. Her eyes were what pulled me in, they were wide and sad and glassy, like she had been crying or had been about to start crying right now, and I felt my heart clench painfully in my chest.

I moved away from the doorway and made my way towards her, it was like an invisible pull was leading me towards her, and who was I to resist? Can I even resist it If I wanted to? I wasn’t so sure I could. I didn’t want to anyways.

The pull led me towards her and I stopped a few feet away from her. She blinked up at me, eyes gettin wetter at each passing seconds, and when she made a sound that reminded me of a wounded puppy, I felt something break lose inside of me.

“Oh, bunny…” I murmured quietly as I let my arms fall open and she was throwing herself in my arms in an instant, her whole body wracking with the force at which she was using to sob. I held her against me and wrapped my arms more firmly around her as she cried.

“Shh… it’s okay.” I finally whispered after about a minute, I hated seeing her cry, which was why I began to ask myself just how I had been able to watch her cry without doing a thing about it, a couple of days ago.

She was mumbling about how sorry she was over and over again and didn’t seem like she was even listening to me, which made me gently pull her out of my arms so she was staring up at me.

“I’m so sorry,” She whispered, voice trembling and I felt the spot in my chest hurt more and more.

“What are you sorry for?”

She blinked up at me like she hadn’t expected that question but was answering super fast. “For leaving the house without guards, I didn’t know that was going to happen, I thought Armani was just like you which made me think we’d be fine without the guards, I just wanted to be able to spend some time with him without any guards hovering around, I’m so sorry, so sorry he was kidnapped and I couldn’t do a thing, so sorry–”