The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 303

Elena tried to control her breathing as she and her husband were seated at the restaurant. She couldn't be sure, but from what she heard, the place sounded busy. Yet somehow, they were led to a table that was far away and relatively quiet—she had to really strain her ears to even here the servers walking around from this distance.

It reminded her of the fancy restaurants she casually attended with Massimo. After all, the Mafia King couldn't just eat in the open like a normal guest. Between his reputation and his wealth, Massimo always ended up getting a private room or even floor at whatever business he went to.

But perhaps the place was not as nice as Elena suspected. Still though, for her husband—a simple mechanic—to get last minute reservations here, less than twenty-four hours in advance? It felt impossible.

Elena thought back to her dates with Max. Excluding the time she dragged him to a club, Max had chosen every location. Yet, somehow, despite living in one of the most crowded, populated cities in the entire country, they only ever ran into employees.

Elena had been too caught up by how magical each date had seemed. She had believed each individual explanation—that he cashed in a favor from a friend or managed to time things just so. But there was another explanation, one that could explain every quiet moment.

Her husband had access to incredible wealth. It certainly seemed more believable than a bunch of friends who "owed him one" or "getting lucky" with timing constantly.

"Everything alright?" her husband asked suddenly.

"Yes," Elena lied quickly. "I was just thinking that whatever they're cooking in the kitchen smelled delicious. I'm starving."

Massimo raised an eyebrow at Elena's comment. He hadn't noticed anything particularly mouth-watering as they passed the other restaurant goers and servers, but perhaps his sense of smell wasn't as refined. Either that, or Elena was particularly hungry...

She had said she was meeting with her brother. Did she not grab lunch before that? Massimo couldn't recall.

That was probably just it—that Elena had accidentally skipped a meal. For all her complaining about Massimo's bad habits of not taking care of himself, Elena could be just as bad.

Massimo frowned. He didn't understand Elena's sudden clipped tone when she said his name. And he didn't understand why she didn't immediately light up and act like she normally did on their dates.

Hadn't he fixed the problem? Elena was acting like there wasn't a problem.

Massimo furrowed his brow. Was Elena planning to go to California without her husband? Was this some kind of 'goodbye for now' dinner?

Elena had responded so poorly to his refusal to go. He hadn't intentionally tried to trap Elena here in New York by saying no as her husband, but he had felt a little touched that she had extended the offer to leave to his secret persona.

But if she was still going to California anyways, that meant Elena was essentially rejecting both of Massimo's identities. Neither the loving husband nor the Mafia King could make Elena stay.