My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Can You Just Love Me?

Ashley lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a deep exhale. She glanced to her side, where Lucian was, only to see him lying flat on his back, eyes closed.

"You’re not even sleeping," she muttered, clicking her tongue as she looked back at the ceiling. "Seriously."

Slowly, Lucian’s eyes cracked open, sliding to the side.

He had tried telling her about Primo’s concern, but failed miserably. How could Lucian bring it up when even he didn’t know the answer? Going by paper was easy, but wasn’t he the one who told her to stay out of Primo’s business in the beginning?

"It’s nothing," he said after a prolonged silence, though she didn’t look at him. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

She pressed her lips together, giving him a glance after a moment.

"It’s nothing—tsk! You and I both know it’s not nothing," she huffed faintly, rolling onto her side to face him. Ashley propped her temple against her knuckles.

"Lu, you promised we’d be honest in this marriage! How could you keep information from me?" she complained, clearly not impressed with his answer. "You keep looking at me like there’s something you want to say, but you’re not saying anything at all!"

Lucian gulped, listening to her complaints.

A moment later, his mouth parted, but his voice wouldn’t come out. It wasn’t that he was afraid of her answer. Yet, his voice just wouldn’t cooperate.

"Fine, fine!" she clicked her tongue for the umpteenth time, glaring at him. "Gee!"

Ashley threw herself back down, pulling the blanket over her shoulder. She turned her back on him, tugging it further until his foot was left exposed.

Lucian arched a brow, glancing at his foot peeking out from under the blanket, then at her back.

"Are you upset?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

She didn’t respond, nor did she move. Lucian carefully raised a hand and tapped her shoulder with his index finger.

Still, no answer.

Lucian stared at her back before sighing helplessly. He rolled back and leaned against the headboard. When he glanced at her again, helplessness swelled in his chest.

How was he going to say it?

He thought about it, trying to articulate his thoughts. "It’s not that I don’t want to say it," he started, his voice low, gentle, and patient. "I simply... don’t know how."

Ashley, who was pretending to sleep, raised her brows. Then she quickly rolled back and sat up, facing him.

"Why don’t you know how to say it?" she asked, only to see him shrug. "Is it... bad news?"

"No," he answered right away. "It’s... very simple."

She blinked, studying his handsome face that showed nothing but sincerity. He looked her in the eye without any sign of deception. Rather, his gaze told her there were so many things he wanted to say, but couldn’t.

Or rather, like he said... he just didn’t know how.