Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 Bad News
As the clock struck afternoon, the grand mansion was eerily quiet, save for the soft shuffling of the servants' footsteps. It was a lonely place, once occupied only by the reclusive Leonardo. But now, Sofia had to start her first day in this sprawling estate.

After having breakfast, Leonardo checked some mail and looked at some documents on his laptop.

Sofia hadn't still come down. So Leonardo sent a maid to call her for breakfast because it was already eleven in the morning.

Leonardo was so engrossed in his work that he lost track of time and everything else around him. However, his attention was soon drawn to the refreshing aroma of body wash and shampoo that filled the air. He glanced up from his laptop and saw Sofia standing before him, looking down with a natural beauty that was accentuated by her lack of makeup.

Even quite beautiful compared to the previous night. She looked dainty and slim, with curves in all the right places. Leonardo would have questioned her age if he hadn't reviewed her birth certificate during the contract signing.

Upon casting a quick glance at her, his forehead creased with concern. He observed that her lips were quivering, and her hands were shaking, although she tried to conceal it by clenching them into a tight fist. A closer look revealed that she hadn't dried her hair. She would get cold and fall sick.

Not willing to take any chances, Leonardo pushed his chair back and stood up, his tone firm as he ordered, "Towel."

A maid came instantly with a towel in her hand and handed it to Leonardo.

As Leonardo approached Sofia with the towel in his hand, he noticed her lips trembling and a gasp escaping her mouth. She was afraid. Leonardo again regretted acting like a monster last night. Sighing, he quickly tossed the towel at her head before moving closer to her. Sofia instinctively grabbed his hand with her delicate fingers as he began to rub her hair gently.

"Why on earth did you not dry your hair? You will fall sick, you know?!" He inquired as he vigorously rubbed the towel over her damp hair.

"Mr. Morelli, I assure you, I won't become ill. I am accustomed to letting my hair air dry," she reassured him, her voice muffled by the towel.

"I prefer to be addressed as Leonardo," he corrected her, displaying his dislike for the formal address.

"Hmm?" She looked puzzled, not comprehending why he was so sensitive.

"You heard me clearly, correct? I am not accustomed to repeating myself," he stated sternly in his deep voice, and just then, his phone began to vibrate.

He left the towel on her head and made his way back to the table to retrieve the call. Upon seeing the number, he silently cursed. It was his father. Why on earth was he calling him? With reluctance, he answered the call.

“Leonardo, you and Sofia must leave for Rome right now," Leonardo's father commanded with urgency.

"Hold up, what's going on? Can you fill me in?" Leonardo was getting annoyed with his dad taking over his life and making decisions without talking to him first.

"Sofia's grandmother passed away this morning." Leonardo's father informed, "and her last wish was for Sofia to be present at the funeral. I received a call from Carlo this morning. He's at the airport with his family, and he said that you could bring Sofia to Rome on our private jet. So, hurry up." his father ended the call without hearing Leonardo's reply.