The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

“Please give me a chance to make this up to you. I want to see you, face to face, and talk. Please.” Despite waiting up for the next hour, Elena didn’t receive a response.

Work passed by uneventfully in the coming week. It was a good thing, too, because Elena’s mind was elsewhere.

Despite Aria’s warnings, Elena kept up her habit of texting her husband. She felt like if she didn’t, she would be proving that she didn’t care about their relationship. Elena felt like if she didn’t text him, she would never hear back from him.

She told him about mundane things–her commute to work, her daily tasks (minus the mafia involvement), her meals, and the like. She tried to talk to him about more serious things, too–asking him what relationship he wanted, what his plans for the future were, and what his views were on starting a family.

It didn’t matter. She got no response.

After a full week of being ignored, Elena lost faith in her plan. Was she actually hurting her chances of making up with her husband? Besides, she found herself getting too distracted by constantly checking her phone.

Things couldn’t go on like this.

Elena pulled out her phone and sent one final message.

“I’ll leave you alone now since that’s what you want. But I hope you contact me again when you’ve calmed down. I’ll always be ready to talk with you.”

Elena re–applied herself to her work. She had vowed back in Las Vegas to be more serious about her job after all. Even if her personal life was falling to pieces, she needed to pull herself together and do her job properly.

Massimo sent Elena on errands with his second–in–command Luca. It was mostly house calls for injured or sick mafia men.

She was honestly surprised Massimo would send them to look after such low–ranking members. Granted, it wasn’t like any of these mafia men were more than an hour or so from the Ferraro estate, but still. Elena knew for a fact most mafia dons wouldn’t treat their members this well–even if it would’ve taken little effort to do so.

While Massimo acted coldly and spoke in a monotone draw, he was more warm–hearted than the rumors gave him credit for. Elena, at least, thought as much. He cared for his people, regardless of rank and treated them reasonably well.

Working with Luca wasn’t bad, but Elena found herself missing being by Massimo’s side. So she applied herself more diligently to their house calls, making sure to do as much research as she could.

“You did very good work today, Dr. Vitale,” Luca told her once they returned to the Ferraro estate after another long day of house visits.

“You as well,” Elena said politely. “Your help has been invaluable.”

Luca snorted. “I doubt that. You could’ve done this all on your own. Are this much of a powerhouse at home with your husband?” he asked teasingly.

Elena tried not to frown. The one actual problem of working with Luca is he kept asking after her social life. She didn’t want to lie more about her husband, so she usually did her best to dodge the questions entirely.

“I doubt I know more than you,” Elena held firmly. “You must have all our patients‘ information already somewhere, yes? Probably memorized, too, I bet.”

“That makes it all the more impressive that you’ve learned t,” Luca insisted. “I’ve had a lifetime. You’ve had

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what, a few days?”

“You’re back fast,” Massimo said as he entered the hall.

Elena automatically straightened up. Luca, however, kept s stance neutral.

“We worked fast,” he defended calmly.

Massimo looked at Elena. She didn’t enjoy the way his eyes seemed like they were trying to see under her skin. So much for whatever friendly grounds they had managed to have before Las Vegas.

“Then I suppose you can leave early,” Massimo said.

Or maybe they were still on friendly grounds. Elena had long ago stopped trying to figure out Massimo’s behavior. The Don of All Dons couldn’t be understood.

“Thank you,” she said brightly.

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