My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: A Kiss?

"This is so good," Ashley giggled as she chewed, almost cursing herself for starving for no reason.

One good thing about this place was the food, yet she had neglected it.

"Hmm?" Her brows rose as her gaze shifted to Lucian, who was giving her a cold sidelong glance. Then she looked at the little boy across from her.

Right, she thought. Primo.

Her chewing slowed as she stared at the boy quietly finishing his breakfast. In her five years of marriage, she hadn’t cared about him. It had been part of her agreement with Lucian that Primo was not her responsibility, and she had left it at that.

For years, she had lived under the same roof as this boy, yet she hadn’t spent even a second with him. If anything, she had been too busy defying her husband. How could she care for another child when she couldn’t even take care of herself?

But now that she thought about it, this boy was pitiful.

"Nolan."

Ashley’s thoughts halted when Lucian’s cold voice rang through the dining room. She blinked and turned to him, only to see Nolan step forward. Then Nolan approached the young master and helped him off the chair.

The boy merely glanced at his father and then at Ashley before leaving.

"I’ll be with the young master," Nolan said to Lucian, leaving the couple alone as he followed Dominion’s little treasure.

Around this time, she thought as she watched Nolan and the little boy walk away, Primo should already be preparing to go to his first big school.

She didn’t care much about Primo in her previous life, but she knew what happened to him. Lucian had sent Primo to a prestigious school as his last resort to give his son a normal life. Lucian hoped that a normal life might make the boy speak.

But that would all backfire... because of her.

Screw you, Ashley.

Her face twisted slightly, only to flinch when Lucian’s cold, distant voice brushed against her ears.

"What do you want?"

"Huh?" She looked at him in confusion.

Lucian leaned back in his seat, staring at her coldly. The emptiness in his eyes was ever-present, and his expression was unreadable. Back then, she had interpreted it as simple coldness and disdain. But now, she saw it as exhaustion.

Ashley pressed her lips into a thin line, sighing faintly at this foolish man who clung to a horrible monster like her. Somehow, just thinking about that made her sad.

"I’m asking you a question," he said, his voice snapping her out of her thoughts. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" she repeated with a furrowed brow, taking a second to understand what he meant. "Ah... you’re asking me what I want."

His brows furrowed. That was exactly what he said.

He narrowed his eyes as she rubbed her chin thoughtfully. He expected her to ask for something impossible, just like she used to.

But Ashley couldn’t think of anything she wanted. So she smiled brightly and leaned over the table.

"A kiss."

"?"

She chuckled as she shoved a mouthful of food into her mouth, wiggling her brows knowingly. Meanwhile, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Just a few hours ago, Ashley would have looked at him with repulsion. Even from a distance, her eyes would gleam with disgust. What more when he was close? And yet now, she was asking him for a... kiss?

"No rush." She winked. "We can do it once I finish eating."

Then she continued eating, smiling brightly and giggling.

What... are you doing now? He wondered, his fingertips tapping on the armrest, his eyes fixed on her.

What kind of tactic is this now?

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