Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 89

“Why are you asking that? I can take care of myself, you know. You don’t need to start pairing me with guys now” I said, trying to keep the mood light.

“I hope that that’s true. Hayden…he’s not a bad guy, you know,” my grandma said.

“Why do you think that?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

Looks can definitely be deceiving and I think she’s being deceived by his looks for sure. I mean, she’s probably met him like three times.

“He didn’t want me to tell you this and he even told me to act like I don’t know him, but the truth is…he’s been here to visit me and keep me company many times before,” she said before she smiled at me.

“Oh…I didn’t know that…” I mumbled. Honestly, that was very unexpected.

“I think he’s a kind person,” she said with conviction.

“I…guess…” I mumbled, not entirely convinced.

“Let me tell you a secret, Malissa,” she whispered.

My grandma beckoned me closer to her with a few waves of her hand. I got out of my seat and leaned down towards her so that my face was close to her. As if she was seriously telling me a secret, my grandmother began whispering close to my ear.

“No man would visit a sick and old woman like me almost everyday if he doesn’t care for my granddaughter, dear,” she whispered before grinning at me.

“I think you’re reading too much into this…” I said before smiling a little at her.

Hayden cares for me? That just sounds very unlikely or just too good to be true. I smiled down at my grandmother.

“Don’t worry about anything. The contract that I’ve entered into with Hayden’s father will end in around two weeks. Then, everything will go back to how they were,” I replied, reassuringly.

My grandmother looked like she was about to say something but then decided against it. It was also at that moment that Hayden tapped on the door before stepping into the room with a large bouquet of pink flowers.

“Thank you, Hayden,” grandma said cheerfully.

“Let me put it over there so you can see it with the view,” Hayden said as he brought the bouquet over to the windowsill.

“We should get going now, I need to get back and work on my painting of you so that I’ll have something cool to show you on my next visit,” I said, trying to sound energetic.

The truth was that what my grandmother had told me started to bother me. Now that I looked at how Hayden and my grandmother interreacted with each other, it made me think that perhaps it was true that he had visited her many times before.

Perhaps, my grandmother wasn’t the type to fall for his angelic looks after all…

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