Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 80

Sofia’s POV

I was picking up another set of identical long brushes with thin smooth looking bristles, inspecting it for a few seconds before turning around and placing it in the cart with was almost filling out with all the things I had gotten, thanks to Micah who had been really helpful throughout the start of the whole thing.

“Do you need a new cart, ma’am?” Micah asked and I took a few moments to ponder on the question before shaking my head and shrugging a little.

“I’m not so sure. Do you think there’s still something else that I haven’t taken?” I asked him and he nodded his head immediately, walking forward fast and pointing towards the top of the high shelf. I craned my head around and sighted what he was pointing at.

It was a bunch of spray paints in different colors and sizes.

Would I even be needing that now? I seriously doubt at this point, I mean, I am supposed to have gotten a hand of the regular style of painting perfectly or almost perfectly before I can think of moving towards graduating into making use of spray paints.

“I don’t think I’d be needing those yet. Perhaps whenever I get back to restock, I'll get lots of spray paints.” I said to Micah before turning around and glancing up at Ethan who was standing a few feet behind me.

“I think I’m done here.” I said to them with a small lift of my shoulders and watched as both men nodded their heads almost at the same time.

“I’d take this over to the counter then, ma’am.” Micah said in the next second and I nodded my head immediately. “Yes, please.”

I watched as he pushed the cart away and as Ethan fell into step behind him, to probably go ensure that the whole thing I had gotten would get checked out and priced without me getting cheated.

I was left alone with Ryan and I pushed my hair out of my face and turned around, staring up at the different types of things high up on the shelves, craning my head around to be able to get a good look at the things and feeling Ryan’s gaze press into my body, making the skin around my neck prickle with perspiration beneath the turtlenecked gown I had on.

I turned around after a few moments to see Ryan eyes on me. He was still watching me and didn’t bother to hide or drop his gaze the moment our eyes locked. I started to make my way towards him slowly until I was standing a few feet away from him.

I dragged in a deep breath and shook my head a little in other to get my hair off my lips without the use of of hand as I stared up at him.

This was it.

I was going to get to thank him for helping me out yesterday.

“So, uh, yesterday’s night, thank you for what you did… your helping me out and everything.” I said to him after a moment, puffing out a slow breath and finally averting my gaze away from his because it was naturally hard for me to hold a person’s gaze without my eyes unconsciously wavering.

Ryan remained quiet for about a minute before starting to speak, his voice sounding really low, than usual. “You’re welcome, ma’am.”

I nodded my head and tugged on the hand of my bag, not knowing what to say to that, and so I decided to take a slow step back, creating more space between us and moving my weight from foot to foot as I stared up at him.

“Are you alright though?” He asked after a few more seconds of the silence between us starting to drag out and I nodded my head immediately, not wanting him to think deep about what has been happening to me.

It really isn’t as it seems.

“I am. There’s no problem and there’s nothing wrong.” I said to him and lifted my shoulders a little, lifting my left fingers and brushing my hair out of my face before placing my hand against my side.