Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: "A Nice Café, Perhaps?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jeremiah stepped gracefully toward Daria and, with all the effortless elegance of a true gentleman, reached for her hand, intending to offer her a courteous hand-kiss.

Daria immediately panicked.

She withdrew her hand at once, taking a hurried step back before dipping her head deeply.

"Sir, I’m no noble lady like my mistress," she said, visibly flustered. "I’m merely a maid serving at the Sartori estate."

"Ah... a maid," Jeremiah mused, showing not the slightest hint of offense. If anything, his smile seemed to brighten. "I didn’t know you kept such company, Lady Ariana. How... refreshing."

"Daria is helping me choose flowers," Aren explained. Her gaze drifted toward Marco, who was still discussing the order with one of the florists. "What about you, Mister Castellano? It seems like... you’re buying quite a lot of flowers. Are they for someone very special?"

"I told you," Jeremiah corrected with a smooth smile, "just Jeremiah."

He stepped a little closer, lifting a hand to partially shield his lips as though he were about to reveal an exciting secret. His voice dropped into a conspiratorial murmur.

"As for the flowers... they’re not for someone."

He paused deliberately, letting the suspense linger.

"They’re for something."

Aren blinked.

"...For something?"

Jeremiah nodded.

"Indeed."

His brilliant teal eyes sparkled with mischief, followed by a playful wink.

"And that something has to do with you. Would you like to find out?"

Aren pointed awkwardly at herself.

"Me?"

Jeremiah laughed softly at the adorable confusion written all over her face.

"Of course it’s you. But enough about me." Tilting his head with genuine curiosity, he asked, "Who’s the lucky person receiving your flowers, my lady?"

Aren smiled shyly.

"Ah... they’re for my father, Don Gian. We’re meeting this Sunday, and I wish to bring him something special."

Jeremiah laughed, warm and genuine.

"Oh? What a thoughtful daughter you are."

A trace of amusement crossed his face.

"So... unlike everything I’ve heard about you."

He leaned just a fraction closer, lowering his voice until it became a murmur meant for her ears alone.

"Truthfully, I’d been hoping to arrange a private meeting with you. It seems fate has decided to save me the trouble."

Aren tilted her head, curious.

"You wanted to speak with me? Is it about the contract?"

"It is indeed." Jeremiah nodded. "But the details are... somewhat sensitive. Why don’t we continue this conversation somewhere else? A nice café, perhaps?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Daria went on full alert.

’No.’

’Absolutely not.’

’You’re not stealing my prey.’

She stepped forward at once, arranging her features into an apologetic expression as she lightly grasped the sleeve of Aren’s cardigan.

"But... my lady... What about our café plan? If we don’t leave soon, I won’t have much time before I need to return and report to Mrs. Pecora."

Aren looked at Daria, then back at Jeremiah, her expression apologetic.

"Yes... that’s true. We were just about to visit a nearby café."

She considered it for a moment before her face brightened.

"Why don’t we all go together?"

Daria’s eyes widened.

"...Together?"

"Yes." Aren shrugged as though it were the most natural suggestion in the world. "That would make four of us, including..."

She turned toward Jeremiah with an awkward smile. "What is the name of the gentleman with you?"

"Marco," Jeremiah supplied, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Yes, Marco." Aren nodded. "The four of us could simply go together."

Daria felt her carefully laid plans begin to crumble before her eyes.

’No... wait.’

’If I’m careful enough, I could drug her even with those two nearby. Then all I need is a convincing excuse to separate her from them.’

’I can still do it.’

’I’ve handled more difficult situations.’

Her brief panic disappeared beneath another perfectly warm smile as she turned toward Jeremiah.

"That is a wonderful idea, my lady. I’m sure Mister Castellano and Mister Marco would enjoy the café as well."

Her smile lasted precisely until Jeremiah spoke.

"It is indeed a gracious suggestion."

’Kindly fuck off while I’m still asking nicely.’

’Goddamn this sleek bastard.’

’No.’

’I can’t let the target suspect that I have ulterior motives.’

’She has to believe everything I do is for her sake.’

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