Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 24

I found it difficult to concentrate on sketching and when I looked down at my hand that was holding the pencil, I saw that it was shaking slightly. I closed my eyes and sighed. I can’t get my mind off him, and I couldn’t concentrate at all. I looked down at the couple of rough sketches that I managed to pull off and wasn’t impressed at the progress that I had made today.

“Lisa, are you ok?” my grandmother asked, she was worried and had probably sensed that something was off.

“Oh, I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound calm.

“Really? You’ve been frowning a lot today,” she said, observantly.

“I’m just finding it a little difficult to concentrate. I think that’s enough for today, I’ll be back to take another crack at it tomorrow, ok?” I said as I put down the pencil in my hand.

No point pushing myself today. I still have enough time and so there was no need to rush. Now that the subject of the painting had been decided, I just had to complete the painting just like always.

I said goodbye to my grandmother and rode in the car back to the penthouse with my bodyguards. As usual, the ride was peaceful and quiet. The men in black did not talk to me unless it was necessary, and I didn’t mind it at all. My mind was still a mess and having some quiet time to rest as I just watched the scenery outside past me by as the car went pass was just the thing that I needed to help clear my mind.

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It was late in the night, and I couldn’t go to sleep. Since moving in with Hayden, I haven’t been sleeping well at all. I looked at the clock on the wall which showed that it was already past midnight. It’s so late and Hayden isn’t back yet. I didn’t hear him come back at all which meant that he was still out.

My eyes grew wide with shock as I realized that I was thinking and perhaps worrying about Hayden. Hayden is a grown man, and he can take care of himself. It’s not exactly any of my business what time he came home. Even so…

Why am I so worried about him?

Just as that thought was running through my mind, I heard the front door slam open with a loud bang. Talk about a grand and super loud entrance. Hayden is home…finally.

Surprisingly, I found out that I wasn’t the only one waiting for Hayden to return. It was late but unlike other days, Auntie was still waiting for Hayden in the living room.

“Master Hayden. Why are you back so late?” I heard Auntie’s voice cry out as she tried to get Hayden’s attention.

“Stop…nagging, Auntie…” Hayden said, his voice slurred.

That man is drunk again…

“You went drinking again, didn’t you? You reek of alcohol!” Auntie yelled loudly. She really does sound as if she was his mother.

“Go to sleep. It’s late…Auntie…” Hayden said.