My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: 99/Do you like Julie?

Chapter 99:

Carlos’s Point of View

I placed my hand on my cheek, which was still glowing with the heat of her slap, and said in an audible voice that filled the office:

"This girl cannot be mentally stable."

Robert’s response came cutting like a blade:

"You are the unstable one here, Carlos."

I pulled the chair opposite him and threw myself into it, knitting my brows in disapproval:

"Really? And why is that?"

Robert fixed his cold gaze on me and replied in a commanding tone:

"You cannot kiss her."

My eyes did not leave Robert’s face; there was something in his taut features, a suppressed irritation that he couldn’t entirely hide behind his mask of coolness.

I leaned forward slightly and asked him cunningly:

"And why are you so upset?"

He averted his gaze from me toward the papers in front of him and replied dryly:

"I’m not."

I laughed sarcastically and shook my head:

"Yes, you are... you look as if I kissed you, not her."

He exhaled sharply and said, pressing the pen between his fingers:

"Don’t be ridiculous, Carlos."

I sighed in frustration and leaned back, contemplating the office ceiling:

"Listen... this girl is crazy. I don’t know how to get close to her."

Robert commented in a mysterious tone:

"She is indeed crazy, but you are crazy too."

I raised my hands in helplessness:

"What did I do? It was just a kiss on the cheek! What is she? A nun or something?"

He answered, clenching his jaw firmly:

"She does not like anyone to get close to her."

I smiled boldly, imagining her face flaming with anger:

"So... I took a slap for a kiss on the cheek. What would you do then if I kissed her on her lips?"

Robert stopped writing completely, and a heavy silence prevailed for seconds before he said:

"I think you should forget about her entirely... she is not the type you prefer."

I was surprised by his insistence; Robert is always trying to push me to back down from the idea of getting close to her.

I narrowed my eyes and asked him clearly:

"And why do you always try to prevent me from approaching her, Robert?"

He replied without looking up:

"I am just telling you the facts."

I said defiantly:

"Then... you don’t have a real reason for doing this."

The pulse of the room stopped for a moment, and he asked me as he slowly raised his gaze:

"What do you mean, Carlos?"

I smiled a meaningful smile and said the words I was afraid to utter:

"I mean... that maybe you like Julie."

In that moment, I saw something rare; his eyes ignited with a raging anger despite the supreme coldness he masters portraying.

His body jolted slightly, and he said in a sharp tone like the hiss of a snake:

"Carlos... I think you’ve started imagining things. I am Robert Cross; girls cannot stir my admiration, especially a little child like Julie."

I raised my eyebrows in astonishment at his violent reaction:

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