My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Garden’s Completion

Soon, silence filled the family room as Ashley finally grew tired of shooing Lucian away. In the end, all she could do was pull Primo between them as protection. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

As for Lucian, he had planned to sleep as well, but somehow, even when he felt like he might drift off soon, he couldn’t. But this wasn’t like his usual sleeping problems. Rather, he just... didn’t want this to end.

Turning his head, the first thing he saw were Primo’s and Ashley’s peaceful sleeping faces. Before she fell asleep, she had been glaring daggers at him, hiding behind Primo. Now, she was fast asleep, hugging Primo like a pillow.

Slowly, Lucian turned onto his side, facing the boy and his wife.

He raised a hand, reaching over until he could brush her hair away with his fingertips. His eyes softened, his lips curving into a subtle yet genuinely warm smile before he withdrew his hand.

At the back of his mind, this felt like a dream.

He had always thought something like this only happened in dreams or in one’s imagination—having a family... having one simple night of playing the most boring games in the world and then falling asleep together in the same space.

But this?

Having Ashley and Primo sleeping right beside him—as if the violent world they lived in didn’t exist—left an inexplicable softness and warmth in his chest.

He hadn’t known something like this was even possible.

Family night, he thought, his eyelids growing heavier as they slowly closed.

We should have more of this... more often.

*****

Days later...

The atmosphere in the plantation, the soil-packing section, and even the garden felt more somber than before. Everyone still worked, but no one talked. Usually, people would chat while working. Some even shared laughter.

In the break rooms or designated smoking areas, workers would casually converse.

But now, even those on break remained quiet.

Betty arrived at the plantation and was instantly struck by the heavy atmosphere. Looking around, she tried to smile, but failed.

"I guess... it’s just sad," she whispered, feeling the weight of what was to come.

She walked further in and approached Nelly’s station, tilting her head and offering him a smile. "Hey, there."

Nelly paused for a second and glanced at her.

"Ah, Miss Betty," he cleared his throat and straightened, stepping back from the stand where he had been checking the pots for final inspection.

"How are things going?" she asked as an icebreaker, even though she knew Nelly’s work was never something she needed to worry about.

Nelly smiled, but it was brief. "I’m just doing some final checks and taking care of everything before they’re transported," he said, turning back to the pots.

However, his facade quickly faded as the situation weighed on him. When he could no longer hold it in, Nelly turned back to Betty.

"Miss Betty," he called, "have Boss Castor and the Madam spoken already?"

Betty pressed her lips together. "I already brought it up to the Madam, but it’s up to them to talk."

"Did she say anything?"

The moment the question left Nelly’s mouth, everyone subtly turned their heads. With how quiet the plantation was, even normal conversation was heard clearly.

"Uh..." Betty glanced around, noticing the expectant looks on their faces.

After all, the silence in all three divisions wasn’t because of conflict. If anything, it was the opposite. Everyone had grown closer. They were like a big family.

Don’t worry about it.

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