My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Happy Pill

"Motorbike?"

Ashley stood outside the house, staring at the two motorcycles parked in front of them.

She turned to Lucian, who was already approaching one of the bikes.

Without a word, he picked up a helmet and walked back to her.

"Lucian, what’s this?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What exactly are you planning?"

A chuckle escaped him. "We’re going somewhere."

"Where?"

"You’ll find out."

Ashley frowned. "What about Primo?"

"I already talked to Nolan." He tipped his head toward the neighboring house.

Ashley followed his gaze and immediately caught several heads ducking behind the low fence. Her eyes narrowed. Then she looked back at her husband.

"I’m starting to get nervous." A nervous laugh escaped her. "Also, why are there two motorcycles?"

"One for you." Lucian glanced at the bikes before looking back at her. "One for me."

"Lucian," Ashley grabbed his arm, hesitation written all over her face. "You’re still in treatment. You should be resting. A lot. Like, a lot. That’s what Raka said, right?"

"No."

"Huh?"

Lucian glanced upward slightly.

He recalled the wild look on Raka’s face and the way the man had jabbed a finger between his eyes while warning him not to do anything reckless.

Raka’s exact words had been:

"My miracle pill is miraculous, but it’s not magic! Remember that."

A smile tugged at Lucian’s lips. He shook his head and looked back at her.

"He said I can do this much." He nodded confidently. "Besides, his miracle pill is that miraculous."

He deliberately chose not to think about everything Raka had said afterward.

"Huh..." Ashley tilted her head. "Well, that certainly sounds like something Raka would say."

Then she tightened her grip on his arm.

"But Lucian, you should still rest. Let’s do this after you’ve fully recovered and—"

"I am fine." He cut her off before the lecture could begin.

Smiling, he lifted the helmet and carefully placed it over her head.

"The Great Mr. Raka Jean also told me something else his patient needed," he muttered.

Raka’s patient — meaning Ashley.

Since Lucian had already mentally enrolled her into Raka’s program without either Ashley or Raka knowing.

"Something else you need?" Ashley assumed.

She studied him closely. "What is it? Maybe I can get it for you."

Lucian paused. Then he held her gaze.

"A happy pill."

"Huh?"

"A happy pill," he repeated, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Stop worrying about me for a moment," he paused, then added, "or anything else."

Silence settled between them. They simply stared at one another.

The more time Lucian spent with Ashley, the more habits he began noticing.

Little things.

Things most people wouldn’t catch.

For example, Ashley rarely put herself first — never.

Primo came first, then Lucian, then everyone else. And somewhere at the very bottom of a very long list was Ashley herself.

To make matters worse, she always had a perfectly reasonable explanation for it.

One convincing enough to silence criticism.

Meanwhile, Ashley simply watched him carefully adjust the helmet as though her head were made of glass.

A quiet laugh escaped her.

"Lucian, is this because of last night?" She tilted her head. "I told you already, didn’t I? I’ll handle it."

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