Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342

Snowflakes

I stepped into the quiet bedroom and moved softly to the couch, sinking down with a tired exhale.

Cupid reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as he watched me settle.

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Then he leaned in, slow and deliberate, to kiss my lips, soft at first, then lingering just long enough to make my pulse flutter.

He broke the kiss after a few seconds and straightened, turning toward the door as though bracing himself.

It didn’t take long. The door swung open, and Catherine appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, expression stormy.

“You still have a shoot in thirty minutes,” she said, voice sharp with barely contained anger. I already knew why.

“I’m done with today’s shoot,” Cupid murmured calmly, walking toward the bed. He kicked off his boots one by one, the soft thuds echoing in the tense silence.

Catherine remained rooted in the doorway. I could feel the heat of her energy radiating pure, simmering fury.

“I’ll call Dad if you refuse to come out in thirty minutes,” she vowed, but the threat landed like a weak joke. Cupid raked his fingers through his hair in quiet frustration.

“Cupid?” she pressed.

He answered abruptly, turning to face her fully. The air in the room shifted, thickened like a storm rolling in. Catherine set her jaw, eyes narrowing, then finally swung her gaze to me.

“He is not a good man for you. He’s two–faced. You will regret loving him.”

With that, she shot him one last venomous glare, slammed the door so hard the frame rattled, and left the bitterness hanging heavy in her wake. My heart sank under the weight of it.

Slowly, I turned to Cupid. He was already peeling off his shirt, movements weary, almost mechanical.

He climbed onto the bed and lay there alone for a long moment, scrolling through his phone without really seeing it.

Then he set the device aside and looked at me. A soft sigh slipped from his lips at the sight of me, and somehow, despite everything, a small, genuine smile curved his mouth.

“Will you have anything? Something to drink? Refreshment?” he asked tenderly.

I shook my head slowly. Rising from the couch, I crossed to him and sat on the edge of the bed. I reached out, fingertips brushing his cheek, caressing it with quiet affection.

“I hate Catherine,” I murmured.

He searched my eyes for a long beat before that smile deepened, soft and knowing.

“I hate whoever you hate too.” He muttered softly.

He drew me down gently, pressing a kiss to my temple, then pulled back just enough to hold my gaze, really hold it, tender and

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Chapter 342

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unguarded.

“I have something to show you.”

He sat up, retrieved his phone, and angled the screen toward me. Photos filled the display. Four different houses, each one more magnificent than the last, luxury poured into every line and curve, set in exclusive neighborhoods.

He watched me as I studied the images. I could feel the weight of his gaze melting into my skin, patient, hopeful. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to meet his, a question forming without words.

“It’s um… it’s…” He faltered, searching for the right phrase, then paused and set his jaw with quiet determination. “I want you to choose a house you’d love to live in as a wife… and a mother.”

My heart stuttered, breath catching in my throat. He was serious. Completely, achingly serious. I turned back to the photos, glancing over them once more before swallowing hard.

“Cupid…“I began, lowering my gaze completely, away from him, away from the images. “I… I think we should slow down. Really.”

Silence crashed in. It stretched so long I wondered if it would ever end. When I finally looked back at him, my heart sank all over again.

For one raw, unguarded moment, the hurt lay bare across his face. Sharp and unguarded before he nodded once, quietly tucking his phone away.

“It’s fine if you need more time,” he said at last, voice low and steady despite the ache beneath it. “I just… I just want you to know ! want you. Truly want you.”

“I know,” I replied, sincere, leaning in to kiss him lightly. “I know you want me, and I swear I want you too. I just… I want us to take

a breath first.”

‘Sure,” he murmured, the sadness flickering again, but he nodded in agreement. “What about the appointment with the doctor for the fertility check–up?”

nodded. “Tomorrow morning. I was thinking you’d be busy.”

said it softly, fingertips still tracing his cheek. “I would have loved it and felt much safer if you come along, but… I don’t want to sound like I’m asking too much.”

He looked at me for a long, searching time, brows furrowing tenderly.

Asking too much?”

‘Yes. Just… the comfort of knowing you’re in the hall waiting for me, and there when the results come… it would make me feel afer. But I can do it alone too. Besides, I know how busy you are at work.”

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