My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319: 319/Thirst for Jake’s Blood

Chapter 319:

Julie’s POV

When the picture became completely clear before my eyes and the fog of the burning sunlight and mirage dissipated from my vision slowly, my facial features dropped in fatal disappointment and my breath constricted with slackness. I saw Mike standing in front of me in his full stature; he had knitted his eyebrows in surprise and looked directly into the depth of my eyes as he said inquiringly: "Who is Robert?"

I turned my face away from him a little in intense confusion, and moved my palms nervously over my clothes to conceal the lines of ambush and shock that sketched upon my features. Then I returned to look at him, feigned calmness, and said: "Mike... I am truly sorry, I just mistook the name due to my absent-mindedness, nothing more."

I took a deep, long breath while biting my lip in oppression and ache; for a fleeting moment, because of the intensity of my deep-seated longing that rips me apart, I truly thought he was Robert and imagined with my mind his presence and his tyrannical body before me.

The lines of Mike’s face relaxed, and he smiled with friendliness and sympathy while quietly placing his hands in his pants pockets, saying in a quiet tone to reassure me: "It’s alright, girl... no need to apologize. How are you today, Julie?"

I rested my back in surrender to the bitter reality, and gathered the edges of my coat tighter around myself to shield against the coldness of my feelings, saying faintly: "I am fine... in the best condition, and you, how are you?"

He moved his head with cheerfulness and comfort, saying: "I am also fine thanks to seeing you... " Then he tilted his torso a little downward to look at the green grass beside me and asked with hesitation and embarrassment: "Do you mind at all if I join you in this session of yours?"

I shrugged my shoulders with a light, faint smile and said gently: "It’s perfectly fine, of course... please, sit beside me."

He bent very slowly and sat on the grassy ground beside me, directing his gaze toward the calm waters of the lake which reflected the blueness of the sky, then said in a quiet, warm tone: "I see and notice always that you come constantly and on a daily basis to sit in this place in particular."

I turned my torso a little toward him, narrowed my eyes with an intelligent look and a questioning smile, and said: "And does this mean that you monitor my movements constantly, Mike?"

His eyes widened in visible, blatant confusion, and his skin color tightened with redness and shyness from my words. He waved his hands in the air with clear stammering, saying: "No... no, it’s not exactly like that, I... I mean that I... "

I rested my chin softly upon my knees gathered to my chest and watched his physical tension and movements with a light amusement, saying challengingly: "You what, Mike? Speak."

He cleared his throat forcefully to restore his calmness and steadfastness, scratched the back of his head in childish embarrassment, and said: "In fact... I also come to this lake constantly since a long time; for that reason, I see you by coincidence when you sit here all the time."

I moved my head in idle understanding and turned my gaze away from him toward the horizon, saying in an ordinary tone: "Mmm... fine, I understand the matter."

A quiet silence prevailed between us for mere seconds, then he turned to me again with interested features and asked with passion: "Will you sing tonight in the hotel hall as usual?"

I adjusted my seating comfortably over the grass and nodded my head affirmatively with confirmation: "Yes, certainly, I will sing tonight."

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