My Runaway Groom Came Back I Became His Aunt! novel Chapter 40

Chapter 7

That explained everything. His heart ached when he went to the airport to see her off.

So that person was Isabella. She looked beautiful in her wedding dress.

The thought of another man lifting her veil made Liam act without thinking.

He threw out the wedding suit and ran toward the airport.

He was going to Italy.

“Liam, are you leaving me too?” Vivian cried out behind him.

But this time, the man who had always indulged her didn’t even look back.

As for me, I couldn’t have cared less.

When the plane landed in Italy, I happened to be asleep, so I missed seeing Vito.

All I was told was that he’d lifted my veil and carried me to his room.

And then… he never appeared again.

I’d spent days thinking about how to handle Vito.

How to make it clear, while keeping myself safe, that I’d be his wife in name only-no marital duties.

But weirdly enough, after three or four days here, I still hadn’t seen him.

The butler just focused on spoiling me rotten.

When I mentioned I liked riding, they built a stable next to the castle overnight. Every horse in it was worth a

fortune, and I could take my pick.

When I casually mentioned liking a piece of jewelry, the butler showed up that same afternoon with a set

worth millions.

They even hired American chefs, worried I might struggle to adapt after leaving home.

But whenever I asked to see Vito, they dodged the question, just saying he was busy and couldn’t make it

home.

I could not help wondering whether the rumors were true.

Was he really some fifty-year-old guy? Was he hiding because he was afraid his looks would scare me off?

A full week passed.

I pinched the extra flab on my waist and realized I couldn’t go on like this.

So I used a little something to spike my temperature and fake a high fever.

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Sure enough, the whole castle went into panic mode.

The butler summoned medical teams and equipment overnight.

I kept up the act while they discussed my condition for hours, completely stumped.

Just as I was about to give up, I finally heard footsteps outside.

I heard the butler quietly address someone as “Don” before reporting on my condition.

When the door opened, I instinctively lifted my eyelids.

I wanted to finally see the face of the infamous Mafia heir.

He was already leaning over me, checking on me. Our eyes met.

I found myself staring into deep emerald eyes that seemed almost to mirror my own.

“Y-you’re awake?”

The guy in front of me looked startled. When he spoke, it was in perfect American English.

I took a good look at him.

He had very fair skin, slightly curly brown hair, and round green eyes framed by long lashes.

This… was my mystery husband?

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