Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 396

Luca’s POV

At breakfast, it thankfully wasn’t awkward.

There was silence, a whole lot of it, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

I had finally thrown a shirt on while the table had been getting set, and now, here I was, sitting at the

table with Sofia and eating breakfast at early noon.

It’s been a whole long since I last had breakfast with her, and I silently berated myself over how I had

let this thing between us to drag out.

There was none of the usual giggles that would be echoing around the table as we eat and flirt, like we

usually do back then. Now, none of that was happening. The only thing that’s echoing around the

dining room is the lights sounds of our cutleries meeting the plates.

Although the silence wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, I’d still like it if we were talking a little. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I subtly glanced up at Sofia. She was gingerly cutting into her pancake and as she slip it into her

mouth, her eyes caught mine and color instantly rushed into her cheeks, and then she averted her

gaze and reached for her orange juice to take a lomg gulp from.

I guess some things do never change, which I was extremely glad about.

It didn’t take long for me to attempt making some conversation.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked and mentally slapped myself over the head.

What kind of dumb question was that, especially when I could still remember the conversation we had

last night, and the tear streaks on her face when I had slid into bed this early morning – those were

signs enough that she didn’t sleep well.

She glanced at me for a moment before shrugging a little.

“Yeah, I did. Thank you. How about you?”

Her response sounded so fake and formal, making me regret asking that question once again.

“I slept well too.” I offered and she hummed. “That’s nice.”

“Although, I didn’t see you in bed when I woke up this morning.” I added without even thinking the

sentence through.

Sofia paused the pancake she was about to insert into her mouth midway. She regarded me for a few

seconds before placing her fork down.

“That doesn’t happen anymore.” She stated in a soft but audible voice and I swallowed while nodding

my head.

“Yeah, it doesn’t.”

She shook her head and gestured around a little with her hands as she continued.

“I mean, it doesn’t happen between us any longer, like it used to before. I don’t remember the last time I

woke up with you beside me, even on Sundays. Why should you expect me to still stay beside you until

you wake up this morning? Especially after what happened between us last night.”

As soon as all her words sank into my head, I gently dropped my cutleries to sit up more properly.

“I didn’t expect you to stay in bed with me until I wake up, yes, especially after what happened between

us last night.” I explained and she breathed out a quiet “okay.”

“But I wasn’t lying, was I? Things are no longer the same between us, like they used to be.” She

pointed out.

I shook my head on a small exhale. “No, you weren’t lying. You’re absolutely right. Which is why I want

us to have a talk today, after breakfast.”

“Okay.” Sofia responded after a few seconds of staring at me in silence. She got to her feet almost

immediately after that, emptied her glass, and then she pushed back her chair.

She has only eaten about a pancake out of the four pancakes on her plate.

“You’re done eating?” I asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, I am. I don’t really feel hungry. I’ll just head upstairs now.”

I didn’t bother to stop her, or to try to convince her to eat, because that would just make me out into an

hypocrite, seeing as I’ve barely touched my own pancakes, and I also wasn’t feeling hungry.

I ended up pushing my seat away and existing the dining room as well, heading upstairs, a few minutes

after Sofia did.

I slid into the bedroom and firmly shut the door behind me. Sofia was standing across the other side of

her room, petting her fingers over the large head of her stuffie.

“Is the conversation commencing now?” She asked without glancing back at me and I leaned against

the door with my arms folded.

“If you want it to.”

“I don’t. I feel too nervous right now.” She responded almost immediately, without missing a beat.

After a few minutes, she turned towards me and shrugged her shoulders. “I think I’m gonna take a

shower first.”

“Go ahead.” I encouraged, because I wanted her to be as relaxed as possible for the conversation.

Before stepping into the bathroom, she paused to stare at me for a few moments.

“Even though it wasn’t obvious enough, you should have been able to tell that you hurt me.”

And then she stepped into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind her.

Of course I did knew that. I knew damn well that I hurt her, and I can’t help but feel extremely bad about

that.

I decided to stay in bed until she’s done.

The sound of the water running managed to make me keep thinking about her in the shower over and

over again, even though I tried to fight it.

She emerged from the bathroom some minutes later, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, and even though I

tried not to stare, I couldn’t help it.

It’s been long since I saw her like this, with water dripping down her glistening skin, which is all on me,

by the way.

Her hair was wet and it made her look ravished as hell with how it matted her face, while I badly

wanted to lick the drops of water off her collarbones and the curve of her throat.

She went into the walk in closet and emerged some time later, dressed in a large white shirt and a pair

of baggy shorts. She only slipped a pair of white socks on, looking cozy as hell.

She made her way to the bed and slowly climbed into it, folding her legs underneath her body almost

immediately.

“Sorry I was late.” She breathed out but I shook my head because she wasn’t late in any way.

I sat up straighter and discarded my phone, and then I began to speak.

“So… I did something.”