Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 205

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband 

Chapter 205 Fiancée 

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When Emily’s eyes lifted and met Matteo’s, it felt like time had frozen. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she forgot to blink, her gaze locked on his. Matteo stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and extended his hand toward her. 

“You look stunning,” he murmured, his voice laced with genuine admiration as he took in her beauty. 

Emily bit her lip, a brief flicker of shyness surfacing, but quickly reminded herself that wasn’t who she was. Her expression shifted almost instantly, regaining its usual confidence. With a playful smirk, she placed her hand in Matteo’s outstretched palm and replied, “You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Vinci.” 

Matteo chuckled, clearly entertained by the fiery woman before him. “Please, call me Matteo” 

Emily lowered her head, trying to hide the crimson flush spreading across her face. As a gentleman, Matteo led her to the car and opened the door, waiting patiently as she slid inside and settled herself comfortably. He then rounded the car, his bodyguard already there to open the door for him. Matteo took the seat beside her, and the chauffeur smoothly started the car, with the bodyguard sitting up front in the passenger seat. 

The ride was quiet, an almost contemplative silence hanging between them. Emily kept her gaze fixed outside the window, while Matteo stole glances at her between checking a few emails on his phone. Occasionally, he broke the silence with casual questions, and Emily responded politely, but the atmosphere remained mostly hesitant. 

When the car came to a stop and Emily caught sight of the famous Chinese restaurant, her eyes widened in surprise, turning to Matteo for confirmation. Noticing the shock in her gaze, Matteo smiled brightly. He stepped out of the car and, just as his bodyguard was about to open the door for Emily, Matteo stopped him with a gesture and opened it himself, extending his hand to her with a subtle, proud air. 

“You like Chinese cuisine?!” Emily asked in a hushed voice as Matteo led her to the restaurant. 

She couldn’t help but notice the envious and curious gazes of other women, shooting daggers toward her. But she didn’t mind; it was just one date with the attorney, and they could have him anytime they wanted. 

Matteo shrugged, a playful smirk spreading across his lips. “I heard someone loves Chinese food, douce,” he replied, his eyes firmly fixed on her. 

Emily’s lips parted in surprise; she couldn’t fathom how the ruthless attorney had learned about her likes and dislikes. 

She adored Chinese cuisine, a connection to her heritage, as her father was Chinese and her mother was French. But what truly astonished her was hearing him use French terms of endearment more frequently 

with her. 

Unable to resist, she asked, “I thought you were Italian. What’s with the French?” 

Matteo chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I wanted to impress you. I thought you might appreciate me speaking French.” 

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Living in Paris all her life and being born to a French mother, the language had always been a part Emily’s world, woven into her very identity. Her love for it was no secret, but of course, she was impressed That this hot and charming attorney had gone to such lengths to appeal to her. Still, she didn’t dare admit 

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Chapter 205 Fiancée 

“You… you don’t need to do all this,” she murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation. 

Matteo cocked his head, his curiosity piqued by her refusal to acknowledge his efforts. He sighed internally, realizing that winning her over would require more than just charm. 

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“Then I must say, I’ve failed to impress you,” he replied, his voice laced with feigned disappointment, though his eyes still gleamed with determination. 

“I didn’t say that,” Emily blurted out, her face heating up in embarrassment when she watched Matteo’s proud smirk widen. 

“So, you do like my efforts, chérie,” he said, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. 

Emily opened her mouth to protest, a witty retort on the tip of her tongue, but before she could speak, the restaurant manager appeared, his voice filled with flattery. 

“Mr. Vinci, it’s an honor to have you here,” the manager said, his eyes flicking toward Emily, watching her with interest. 

Matteo gave a brief, cold nod, his expression turning unreadable. “Is my table ready?” he asked in a flat, authoritative tone, while smoothly circling his arm around Emily’s waist, pulling her closer possessively. 

The manager, visibly thrown off for a moment, quickly regained his composure. “Of course, of course,” he stammered, bowing his head respectfully. He gestured toward the restaurant’s interior. “This way, please. 

The manager led them to a private corner of the restaurant, and Emily couldn’t help but be impressed by Matteo’s efforts to make this date memorable. A personal violinist was positioned nearby, the soft strains of music filling the air, while the corner was dimly lit, creating an intimate ambiance that drew focus to their table, where a single candle flickered softly. 

As the manager approached to pull out a chair for Emily, Matteo shot him a deadly glare that made the manager pause and step back. Without hesitation, Matteo took the initiative, smoothly pulling the chair out for his gorgeous date. 

Once Emily settled into her seat, Matteo took his place across from her. The servers began to bring out dish after dish, each one a carefully chosen favorite of Emily’s. She remained silent, but Matteo could see the delight in her eyes as she surveyed the offerings. Though she didn’t vocalize her enjoyment, he could tell from her subtle smiles and the way her gaze lit up that she was savoring both the food and the effort he had put into making the evening special. 

As they enjoyed their meal, a woman suddenly approached Matteo and gently tapped his shoulder, causing him to frown as he was pulled from admiring the beauty before him, Emily, who was eating heartily.