Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 68

Sofia’s POV

“Very sick?” I echoed after her as my mind started to race almost immediately.

“Yeah.” He went out today to go get something done, when he was supposed to be resting. He came

back home really tired and drained, but put the thoughts about his health aside the moment he spotted

you laying your back against Ryan’s arm. And then he had lifted you up and… you know the rest of the

story.”

I blinked a few more times, the confusing feeling surrounding my head still not leaving my head for a

moment as I absorbed all that Matilda had said to me despite the fact that I didn’t understand all that This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

she had said.

I picked up the glass of water and took a small sip, wincing a little when my throat hurt in retaliation

almost immediately, right before I set the bottle back on the counter and reached for the packed drugs

sitting a few feet away from my glass of water. I dug into the bag and ruminated through it until I

touched the stuff which was almost resembling candies, which the doctor had said was for sore throats.

I tore open two pieces and threw the orange colored candies into my mouth and was pleased that it

didn’t have a horrible taste like I had first started to unconsciously anticipated. It tasted minty and has a

lime taste underneath it. All in all, it was kinda sour and minty at the same time and I loved the way the

taste melted into my tongue immediately, soaking up my taste buds and sliding down my throat after a

few seconds.

The pain in my throat didn’t reduce immediately, and it wasn’t like I expected it to reduce immediately–

because I knew it wasn’t magic and would need some time before it started to kick into action.

I watched absentmindedly as Matilda moved around the kitchen, doing the dishes and cleaning off the

counter in a really smooth way. She glided around the kitchen as she emptied the whole dirt she wiped

off the counters, into one of the trash cans in the kitchen. I let out a small yawn and moved a little in my

seat, feeling the urge to give in to sleep start to sink into my bones.

“You’d be heading up to get some much needed sleep, right?” I turned my head around from the

kitchen’s entrance where I was staring into as my mind started to wander, to glance at Matilda on

hearing her voice start to sink into my ear.

“Oh, um yeah, I’ll be going up soon.” I replied to her after a few seconds before allowing my eyes to

slide shut and a small puff of breath to slide pass my slightly parted lips. I knew I was supposed to

retire to bed earlier than usual tonight, because of all what had happened to me this evening, but the

thought of Luca still being awake upstairs was keeping me rooted to the chair I was currently sitting on.

My stomach was starting to hurt a little— the biting pains which had been attacking different parts of my

stomach had gone away a while after I started eating without me registering it, but now, a new pain was

starting to settle in the lower part of my stomach, which I had no doubts was because of my period

cramps.

Hopefully with the amount of drugs I had taken some minutes ago, the pain won’t attack me intensely

the way it used to do on a normal day.

I lifted my left fingers up and wiped off a few droplets of sweat off my forehead before placing my

elbows on the top of the counter and leaning my chin into my palm to stare at the sparkling clean

washing sink which Matilda has finished cleaning up.

The urge to go upstairs, take a shower and freshen up was starting to sink into my thoughts and I

moved a little on my seat, and deciding to wait a few more minutes before heading up the stairs, into

the bed room.

I leaned my hands flat on the counter and rested my head on one part of my hands and started to hum

a tune beneath my breath, the lower part of my stomach tightened up a little in pain and I puffed out a

small breath, hating my period all over again.

I wonder how Luca’s going to react when I tell him about my idea about getting a bunch of equipment

for painting and also a room in which I can stock everything up.

Would he get furious at me and dismiss me immediately?

He might even hit me for daring to utter such childish ideas to him…

Would he hit me?

The question echoed around in my head over and over again and I moved a little on my seat, biting

lightly into my lower lip as my mind got lost in a train of thoughts.

The idea of him hitting me didn’t sit in one place in my head and instead moved around from spot to

spot, I find it hard to absorb the thought properly because without digging deep into my head, I’d find

differing moments in which Luca had been nothing but emotionless around me.

I haven’t ever seen him angry before, nor have I seen him exchange more than a couple of words at a

time– except for on our wedding day whereas lots of unknown people had walked towards our table to

congratulate us, and Luca had replied to all of them one after the other. He had also given a little

appreciation speech at the end of the day, although the speech had been no more than three sentence,

his voice had been very loud and clear, the deepness of his voice causing it to rumble and vibrate

underneath as he gave his speech while leaning down a little since he was really taller than the

microphone, with his hands nestled deeply in his pockets.

That was the only time I have witnessed him speak more than a sentence at a time. The few more

times in which he had spoken around me was that fateful day at the hospital, and tonight when he had

exchanged some sentences over and over again with the doctor… and that was that. My mind chose

that moment to showcase the particular image whereby I was sitting down on a couch and Luca had

grasped my jaw, tugging it upwards and demanding I speak up about what had indeed happened to me

this afternoon.

After staying in the same position and doing nothing but laying on the counter, thinking about

everything and nothing at the same time for a few moments, I decided to head upstairs when my eyes

started to droop with sleep even more.

I slid off the high chair and pushed my hair away from my face as I started to make my way out of the

kitchen. Matilda was nowhere to be found and I had no idea where she had gone off to. My drugs were

arranged neatly in a plastic box on one part of the counter and I didn’t bother taking it along with me as

I made my way out of the kitchen. I moved slowly, the lights still turned on around the whole house as I

made my way through the wide hallway leading towards the staircases before making my way up,

clinging onto the banister until I had completely climbed up the stairs.

I made my way towards the bedroom door and paused outside the long door, hesitating on this side of

the door and silently praying he’d have already been fast asleep. I didn’t know how I was going to

survive staring at him and knowing he knew about the fact that I was currently on my period.

I mean, the doctor had said it was totally normal for my body system, but notwithstanding that, it was

still extremely embarrassing. When I had first gotten my period, it had decided to make its dreadful

appearance when I was in school, at the age of fourteen– and I had ended up unknowingly messing up

my clothes right there in school. That had been the most embarrassing day in my entire life, and I’ve

had some really embarrassing moments in my life.

When I had stood up in school when the teacher had asked me to come solve a problem on the

blackboard, I had stood up hesitantly, not because the problem on the blackboard was too hard for me

to solve, but because I was a shy person right since I was born and always get nervous whenever it

comes to me a moment whereby I was supposed to do any kind of thing in front of a crowd.

I had walked down towards the front of the class and accepted the marker from the teacher and started

to solve the problem on the blackboard when murmurs had started to go up in the class. I had thought

it was because they had noticed that my hands were shaking a little due to how nervous I was, right

until some of the guys who sat down at the back of the class had started laughing quietly at first, a few

seconds later and almost all the class members were laughing hysterically.

I had turned around fearfully to see almost all the whole class pointing at me while laughing and

whispering to themselves. The teacher had tried to calm them down– and that had taken some long

minutes before the whole class got quiet once again.