Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 357

Luca’s POV

I headed towards the balcony with Sofia still hoisted up in my arms, and she chatted my head off along the way. She was so bubbly and bright, completely oblivious to how conflicted and guilty I was currently feeling.

As I sank into one of the seats here in the balcony with her atop me, straddling my thighs. She cupped my face in her palms right after while searching my eyes intently, teeth clamped on her bottom lip.

“Luca?” She called out.

I already knew she had been about to prod further into if I was doing alright or not, which was why I spoke almost immediately.

“Tell me about your day, Bunny.”

That did the trick. She launched into a long and veer detailed explanation about how her day had went, proving how far we’ve come and how much she was now comfortable around me.

“Isn’t that cool?” She gushed out and I hummed in response even though I hadn’t known what she had been referring to because I hadn’t been paying attention to what she was saying.

“I hung out with Kayla today, and it was so–” She began to speak, right before I tuned her out once again, while my mind danced around the guilt sitting heavily in the middle of my chest.

A bitter taste filled my mouth which I swallowed down almost immediately, and then I tightened my arms around Sofia’s waist without realizing it until she trailed off.

On noticing that she was back to regarding me like I was a puzzle which she was hell bent on decoding, I asked her if she had eaten, and then she was back to pouting once again.

“No, I haven’t. I was waiting for you and you took so long to return, which was why I began to worry if something had happened.” She responded.

Fuck.

I thought to myself as I exhaled sharply, feeling my heart constricting painfully against the inside of my chest.

“I’m so sorry for worrying you, I didn’t mean to.” I paused and cupped her cheek in my right palm. “You don’t have to worry about me, okay? I’ve told you this countless times before.”

She scowled at me this time. “You can’t ask me to not worry about you, I think it’s unfair for you to ask me not to worry about you when you know I’m aware of how dangerous your work is. I can’t help but worry and hope you'll always be fine.”

I caressed her face and marveled over how I had gotten the chance to have her as my wife in the first place.

She was just too good to be true.

I cupped the other side of her face with my other hand and stared at her for a few seconds before murmuring.

“I don’t deserve you, bunny.”

She blinked in confusion and sat up straighter in my laps.

“What? That’s an absurd thing to say.”

I let out an exhale after that, she wouldn’t be able to understand.