Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 73

Sofia’s POV

“If there’s anything you’d like to talk about, any time or any moment, don’t hesitate to come to me, hm? I’m always ready to listen.” Matilda continued to say after a few seconds, staring straight into my eyes – all traces of playfulness and goofiness gone from her voice, and leaving behind a serious woman that ozzed so much maturity and confidence.

I ducked my head a little, breaking eye contact with her in that one move. It was weird.

It felt really weird, hearing these same words that nobody has ever said to me until this very moment – these same words which I had been praying and hoping for throughout the years, ever since I became sensible as a child.

I wasn’t going to be taking her up on her offer though, because what was it that I was going to be speaking to her about?

About how I hated being married and how I wished I would be able to further my education… how I wish I can leave this cursed country who has chosen to still remain in the back when it comes to equality between both genders.

About how I wish I was still at home and not here? About how I missed my brother so much, it’s starting to weigh me down day in, day out.

I lifted my head up and locked eyes with Matilda’s once again and she smiled at me for a few seconds, a gesture which only managed to calm down a little of the huge storm brewing in my heart at this very moment.

“Um, thank you so much for this.” I started to say to her, biting at the insides of my cheeks for a few long moments as my mind zeroed in on when she had pulled me into her arms after I had started crying, that might have been the reason as to why she was suddenly acting this way, in a more caring way.

And it could also be that she was just curious, because that was the kind of person Matilda was– so I wouldn’t be so sure if she was doing this because she genuinely cared for me, or because she just wanted to know what it was that was bothering me out of curiosity.

I might be wrong and might be accusing her innocently for no reason, but I couldn’t move past that conclusion in my head.

And so I smiled back at her in return before brushing my hair backwards away from my face and placing my elbow more firmly on the dining table.

“Matilda, I love the fact that you’re offering to listen to me whenever I might need to unload and talk to someone… Believe me, I do.” I paused for a few moments before pushing my hair away from my face once again.

“But I don’t really have anything to talk about, and there’s nothing much bothering me, except for the usual. Nothing too big for me to start worrying Someone else because of that.” I paused and forced a bright smile one my face before continuing. “I really do appreciate your offer and the fact that you care enough to offer is making my heart all fuzzy.” I gushed the last part out and watched as a pleased smile finally broke out on her face, her cheeks stretching out across her cheekbones.

And the fact that she smiled made me feel less bad.

“It’s alright, Sofia. Just don’t hesitate to come to me if you need to talk to someone. I’d always be here.” She finally said and I nodded my head at her.

After a few more minutes, Matilda was lifting up from the chair and clearing off the dishes from the table. I picked up my plate before she could get to it and took it straight to the kitchen, Matilda’s long protest echoing around the dining room.

I rinsed my plates in the sink and placed them on the flat side of the sink before proceeding to discard my water bottle into the trash can. Matilda had gotten to the sink before I got done with the trash can and I didn’t bother asking her to allow me stack up my plates in the dishwasher– not like I could even make use of it, and instead headed back to the dining room to retrieve my phone from the now sparkling clean table.

There were a lot of things I wanted to do today, since today was a Sunday, it made it better for what I want to do, to be carried out well today.

Firstly and most importantly, I wanted to finally speak to Luca about the idea about me painting, today.

Everything was already planned out in my head. All I had to do was to see him, express my thoughts as to how I want to start painting to avoid feeling lonely everytime, and how I’d also need a room in the hose where I can get to myself and my paintings.

And then, if he hopefully agrees – he had agreed in my own thoughts anyways, I’d take my black card and together with Ethan and Ryan, we’d head straight for the mall to get all what I am going to be needing.

Now, there was a little problem though.