My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Do You Have A Solution?

A smile tugged at Ashley’s lips as she remembered the confused look on Betty’s face. Lucian, on the other hand, glanced at her.

The two walked quietly back to the mansion, not staying long. It was late, and it seemed Ashley had already gotten what she wanted. She hadn’t said it outright, but it was clear she had a plan. Especially since she didn’t seem worried at all—even when Lucian and Nolan, who had nothing to do with the plantation, had begun to worry as the problem persisted.

"Lu."

She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts and turned to him.

She stepped closer until her shoulder brushed against his, her eyes twinkling as she looked at him expectantly.

"Can I ask you something?" she hummed.

His steps slowed as he turned his head toward her, listening to her ask, "How far can I use the title of your wife?"

His long, thick lashes fluttered as he answered without hesitation, "As far as you can."

"Oh..." she rocked her head, trying to grasp the extent of that answer. Then she asked, "Can I kill with it?"

"As many as you like."

"Are you creating a tyrant of a wife?"

"Are you not yet?"

Her breath hitched, while he bit his tongue at the response that slipped out without thought. Still, he pretended it hadn’t surprised him.

"I’m not a tyrant," she cooed as she smoothly wrapped her arms around his. Acting cute, she pressed her forefinger against her cheek. "I’m the sweet wife. I just need time to ripen to be at my sweetest. I believe I’m very ripe!"

Lucian kept his sharp, dark eyes on the "sweet wife" clinging to him. "Mhm."

"Why did you ask?" he returned the conversation to its original point.

She had never once shown interest in what she could do as the madam of Dominion. It intrigued him. What did she want to do with that authority? How would she use it?

Because, as far as he was concerned, if she wished, she held the same authority as him, within this household and throughout Dominion.

"Hehe," she chuckled. "Because I heard that being your wife means nothing once you get tired of me."

His steps halted instantly, his gaze locking onto her. "Impressive."

"Huh?"

"How some tongues move so unnecessarily," he clarified, his expression calm as a still lake. Yet his words carried unmistakable displeasure toward whoever dared to say such a thing.

To him, it sounded like someone who didn’t need their tongue for much longer.

"Haha! Don’t get angry!" she hopped in front of him, casually wrapping her arms around his waist. Tilting her head up, she held his gaze, her smile wide and bright.

She gave him a small shake, grinning. "I know you won’t get tired of me."

His brows rose, curiosity replacing the irritation in his chest.

"You know why?" she giggled. "Because I won’t let you. I’m actually a very fun person, and as long as you’re married to me, I’ll make it as colorful as possible—until the end of time!"

Moreover, in her previous life, Lucian had only given up after five years. They hadn’t even reached one year in this life.

Lucian blinked.

Until the end of time...

His eyes widened slightly as curiosity flickered through them. That meant... forever, didn’t it?

"Do you have a solution?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

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