Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 111

Sofia’s POV

I slide down the high chair I had been sitting on before Matilda had made her way into the kitchen and picked up the now lukewarm cup of coffee and started to make my way towards the sink, ignoring Matilda’s requests and protests of me not allowing her to go empty my cup for me, like she had wanted at first. I turned the content of the cup into the sink and opened the water from the stainless control at the bottom of the tap and started to rinse the cup and spoon beneath the cold water.

I moved my weight from foot to foot as I completely rinsed tbe cup before placing it on the side of the counter, with the hopes of me washing my hands before proceeding to place the cup into the dish washer. Matilda beat me to it and had grabbed up the cup and spoon before I could finish washing my hands with a little soap, and had quickly proceeded to stack the cup and spoon into the dish washer, ignoring my small arguments.

I breathed out a small sigh as I turned off the cold water and reached up to drag down a piece of towel which I used to mop up my hands. Once I was done, I placed the towel back on the spot where I had taken it from before I turned around and leaned my back against the edge of tne counter.

I stared up into the roof of the kitchen before glancing sideways and watching as Matilda started to glide around the kitchen in a way only she knows how to do.

She suddenly turned towards me and cocked her head to the side before I could think of looking away and began to ask in the next second. “So, what would you like for breakfast?” She asked and started to add immediately, before I could say a thing. “I know it’s almost noon and that you shouldn’t really be eating your breakfast this late, so I’m sorry for taking really long to arrive here at the kitchen. That was because I had no idea you’d have woken up by that time.”

I lifted my left hand and waved it at her in a dismissive gesture before huffing out a small sigh. “Aw no, it’s fine. It really is. I wasn’t all that hungry as well.” I said to her and watched as she nodded her head once at me, the look plastered across her face at that moment looked like she didn’t believe me one bit, but was going to act like she believed me anyways.

“Don’t worry about it, Matilda. It’s perfectly alright.” I said to her after a few seconds, right before I dragged my eyes away from her guilt and dragged it towards the door which led into the dining room– my mind automatically zeroing in on the fact that my bigger painting materials where currently being housed in there, and that thought alone was making me feel really giddy.

Because I had painting materials of my own and would finally get to start doing this thing, like I had really hoped, as soon as I had come across that article, days ago.

To think I hadn’t even think I’d get given a phone immediately I got married because my father had made it seem I’d have to be so respectful and manner full, and would also have to please my husband so well, before he could even think of gifting me with a phone– and the biggest shock has happened because he had gifted me with a phone, as well as a well as a freaking black card, tne very next day after we got married, without him even getting to sleep with me and consummate the marriage like he was expected to, and like I had thought he was going to.

I moved my eyes away from the door leading into the dining room at dragged my eyes back into the middle of the kitchen until it was focused on Matilda once again, and I blinked at hrt before leaning my head sideways a little, as soon as I realized that she had been speaking to me for a little while, without me realizing it because I had been completely lost in my own thoughts.