Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 145

Luca’s POV

I lifted the glass cup up, and the surprisingly cold glass pressed into my palm as I lifted it up and took a

drink from it, feeling the cold and fruity liquid rush into my mouth and throat. I didn't have more than half

a mouthful, and I was lowering my throat after a fleeting moment. I noticed how Sofia had been staring

at me intently and how her eyes had lingered on me as I had drank from her glass, which made me

start to realize that my coming home tonight had ended up being a good after all.

At the last second, before the edge of the glass cup could touch the table cloth, I lifted it up once and

led it towards Sofia’s mouth, and I didn’t miss the way her eyes had widened instantly, as soon as she

figured out what I wanted her to do.

I pressed the edge of the glass against her faintly parted lips, with her eyes although widened a little,

was still locked with mine.

“Open.” I murmured in a low voice and watched as her eyes dilated, right before her lids lowered

instantly, hiding her beautiful eyes from my gaze, just as her lips fell open and more parted. I tipped the

glass and watched as the orange juice started to slide into her mouth slowly, through her parted lips.

Her eyes fluttered a little as I started to pull the glass cup away. On realizing that she still hadn't

swallowed the drink, I murmured immediately.

“Now swallow like a good girl.”

I knew it wasn’t a trick of the light this time, even if the ones I’ve been seeing were a trick of the light,

because at the moment, I was leaning really close to her and i as soon as I had said those five words

to her, she had shivered a little, and then her throat started to move slowly, as she swallowed down the

drink.

I swore inaudibly as I pushed backwards until I was in a straight sitting position once again, and I

dragged my eyes away Sofia who honestly looked very flustered, and I hadn’t even done a thing to her.

Not that I was planning on doing something to her… yet.

This was really playing with my self control if I was going to be honest with myself, because I couldn’t

deny the fact that I honestly wanted to pull her towards me with my hand wrapped around her throat,

and kissed her in a really intoxicating way, as soon as she had completely swallowed down the drink,

the way I had asked her to… immediately I had asked her to.

Like a good girl.

Fuck.

I carded my fingers through my curls as I puffed out a deep breath as I dragged in another breath in,

only to puff it out back almost immediately.

My mind started to drift back towards what had happened last night, between Sofia and I… or what had

led to what had taken place between the two of us.

Not that something had actually happened between the both of us, but then, the whole cuddling in my

arms and sleeping in it throughout… that had been something.

I wasn’t dumb, nor was I slow. I didn’t need to think twice to figure out the fact that what had triggered

whatever it was that had woken Sofia up in the middle of night, had been very ugly when it had

happened.

I didn’t know how she was going to react if I decided to bring it up to her at the moment. It’s definitely

not like she’d immediately trust me and start telling me about whatever it was that had happened to her

instantly, just because I had been there to pull her out of it.

Knowing her, and how we rarely saw each other or had a chance to talk with each other, I was sure

she’d have preferred it if someone else had been the one to see her having that kind of nightmare,

compared to me.

But... oh well.

After thinking about it for some time and going through the advantages and disadvantages, I’ve

decided to not bring that particular topic up tonight, since this is like the first time we’d sit down together

and talk, and also the first time we’re eating together in our lives.

I don’t think it would be fair on either of us to bring forth that particular issue, which could automatically

soil her mood and leave her cold and moody, something I didn’t want in any way, at this very moment.

I finally stopped carding my fingers through my hair and I pulled my fingers loose from my curls as I

turned my head around and stared at Sofia. She was currently twisting some type of thing on the edges

of her skirt, an act which I find really cute to be very honest. Her hair was framing her face and her

lashes were brushed against her cheeks. Her cheeks were a bit rosy, and her lips were in that Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

particular pouty shape which it was usually in, each time she loses control over it, making it

automatically slacken under her hold, even without her realizing it.

“Sofia?” I called out after a few moments had passed and I had been doing nothing but watching her.

Her face snapped up immediately and she blinked at me a couple of times.

“Huh?” She whispered and I resisted the urge to chuckle at the cute expression on her face.

“Do you want to go upstairs yet?” I asked and I watched as she stared at me confusingly at first, before

an unreadable expression crossed her face in the next second.

“Um, upstairs?” She whispered and I had a firm nod of my head.

She didn’t end up saying a thing again, and when I realized how flustered she was by that question, I

decided to take matters into my own hands.

I pushed myself up unto my feet with a small shake of my head, and once I was fully up on my feet, I

stretched my hand out to her, having no idea as to why I was suddenly doing this so effortlessly.

Something I’ve never ever done for a girl before to begin with, and then here I was, being all over her

and wanting to hold her hand as we walk, amongst orge stuffs, all of a sudden.

I really hoped it wouldn’t put her off, and that she wouldn’t start feeling overwhelmed because of

everything.

She thankfully barely hesitated as she placed her hand into mine as soon as she had stared at it for a

few seconds and I gently pulled her out of her seat, to avoid her from getting pulled into my chest the

way it had happened between us in the sitting room, about an hour ago.

I watched as Sofia turned her head around until she was staring at the dining table, and the plates

which we’ve eaten from, and were currently now empty, and dirty.

“Um, what about the plates? I could just–” She started to speak and I cut her off immediately she

started the second sentence of hers.

“No.” I started in a really firm but still low voice, and she swallowed the rest of her sentence up

instantly, blinking down at her feet.

The thought of her clearing off the table when it was most definitely not her job, left a heated feeling

behind in the middle of my chest, and it wasn’t even a good feeling at all.

Again, the same thought that had crossed my mind before, slowly started to cross it once again.

Was this what she did during the times when i wasn’t home?

She clears plates and does house chores?

It seems like I was going to be having a lot of talks with Sarah, after all. I said to myself as I pulled on

Sofia’s hand until the distance between us was almost completely closed.

“Matilda’s going to do them, leave it be.” I said to her after a few more seconds, having no idea as to

why I was suddenly explaining myself to her, when I knew damn well that I didn’t have to, and that she

also wasn’t going to ever question me.

But I still went ahead and explained myself to her… probably because I wanted her to know my

reasons, and for her to not think that I was just being a grieve and rude asshole.

It wasn’t the first time that someone was going to think of me as that, even without getting close to me

one bit, and I’ve never cared about what people thought about me in a really long time.

But then suddenly, whatever Sofia thought about mattered and I didn’t even want to bring myself to

start thinking about that too much at this very moment, because I didn’t think I was ready to start

analyzing that for now.

I turned around and started to make my way out of the dining room, with my hand firmly gripping

Sofia’s small fingers in my big ones, and I felt her fall into steps beside me instantly.