My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Make Herself Scarce

"Hello, I’m Emma... Primo’s mom."

For a moment, Ashley’s brain tried to process the words and the presence before her. Her eyes darted to the woman’s beautiful, delicate face, her soft curly hair, her light dress, and then down to her heels.

How... glamorous, she thought, before snapping her eyes back to the woman’s face. But why is she here?

Ashley forced a smile, catching the guys across the street craning their necks curiously.

"Come — come in," she cleared her throat, opening the low gate for the woman.

Emma smiled as she walked in, pausing on the short pathway to the doorstep as she looked up at the small house. A brief flicker of conflict crossed her eyes, which she quickly kept to herself.

"Ah, sorry — I didn’t know anyone was coming today," Ashley said, rushing to open the front door and let the woman in.

Emma maintained her smile, nodding. But with every step she took, her eyes swept over every corner of the humble home.

It was smaller than she had imagined. Or at least, smaller than anywhere she had been in a long time.

As she took it all in, she couldn’t help but ask, "This is where my son lives? What is Luka thinking?"

"Huh?" Ashley, who had been trying to hide the mess she’d made in the middle of whatever she was doing, paused. "Ah, yeah. Sorry, it’s a little messy — just take a seat. I’ll be right back!"

Emma’s brows rose as she watched Ashley sprint away, and she tilted her head to the side.

As for Ashley, she rushed into the bathroom and pulled out her phone.

"What the hell?" she gasped, peeking out the door before shutting it again. Her face scrunched. "Didn’t Lucian say she was staying at a hotel in the city? He knows I don’t know how to receive guests. What is he thinking, sending that woman here—"

She nearly bit her tongue, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"This is not the time to get worked up," she told herself, shaking her head and breathing until she felt calmer. She clutched her phone tightly, staring at her message thread with Lucian.

But instead of calling him, she let the idea go and walked to the sink.

Ashley splashed cold water on her face until the flush faded. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she gave herself a firm nod.

"That is still Primo’s mom," she said quietly. "Be nice, Ashley. Be nice."

She pointed at her reflection as a final warning, mouthed be nice one last time, and headed back to the living room.

Thanks to Nolan, there were snacks and freshly reheated tea already set out — Ashley only needed to bring them over. Mimicking everything she had learned so far, she welcomed Emma as warmly as she could, even if it came out a little stiff.

"Am I early?" Emma wondered, glancing down at her wristwatch. "I thought Primo would be home by now."

"Ah." Ashley tilted her head. "He should be here in about ten minutes... or so."

Emma was indeed early, if Primo’s dismissal time was anything to go by.

"That’s alright," Emma said, flashing Ashley a bright smile. Then her eyes settled on Ashley with quiet curiosity.

That look made Ashley furrow her brows just before Emma spoke.

"What are you still doing here?" Emma asked, a little awkwardly. "It’s alright. You don’t have to stay and keep me company. I’ll just wait for Primo and Luka."

She chuckled and reached over to pat Ashley’s hand lightly. "Don’t worry. I won’t tell your boss you were doing that instead of cleaning."

And with that, it finally dawned on Ashley: Emma had no idea who she was.

"Luka can be very strict, so just make sure you don’t leave any evidence," Emma chuckled, perking up at the sound of a honk outside. "Oh, I think they’re here!"

She jumped up from the couch and hurried to the window, sliding it open. With the fence being low, she easily spotted the car outside and Lucian stepping out.

Emma’s smile stretched wide, her face lighting up, eyes twinkling.

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