Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 122

Sofia’s POV

I moved it around and placed it on my thighs, moving my other hand around to place my palm flat against the dry surface or the carton of the juice.

I remained quiet for a few moments more right before I moved my head around and stared up at Ryan. He had still been watching me all along and our eyes locked almost immediately I turned my head around, and I stared into his eyes for a few more seconds right before I looked away, not because his gaze was intense or burying, but because I was feeling like he could see all my dirty shameful secrets by just staring at me at this very moment, coupled with the fact that he had once again witnessed one of my most embarrassing moments of my life, to my utmost dismay.

“You did.” I said to him and watched from the side of my eyes as he bent his head and moved my hand over his face for a few seconds, right before he moved his head towards and stared at me once again, and the eyes which had been watching him from the side of my eyes for a few moments, moved away faster than a light.

“I didn’t mean to, I am so sorry ma’am.” I heard him echo and I stared at the blank television hanging on the wall in the far end of the sitting room, right before I gave a nod of my head without replying vocally.

We remained quiet after that and I was completely aware of the fact that his body was still crouched down on the side of the cough which I was sitting on at the moment, and that he was still staring at me and not making any money to leave.

I didn’t know if I wanted to ask him to move away and excuse me or if I wanted to ask him to still stay where he was crouched at, all I knew was that the silence was nice and that it was helping me get a more clearer and firmer grip on this current reality, and also the fact thst it was helping the foggy smoke in my head to melt off little by little.

“Sofia?” I heard Ryan breath out in a small, soft voice and I got startled a little, and I was whipping my head around to steer at him after a fleeting moment of me demanding from myself if I had indeed heard what I had heard right, or if it was my own imagination.

Ryan had called me by my name… something I had wanted to happen ever since tne first moment where they introduced themselves to me, and had both refused to refer to me informally to my disappointment.

I stared at him and waited for him to start to speak because he had been the one to call my name, which meant he probably wanted to tell me something.

“You do know that I’d never hurt you, right.” I heard him breath out in that voice which he had made use of when he had referred to me with my first name and I stared at him with my teeth slightly digging into my lower lips and I shrugged a little before nodding my head once.

I wouldn’t say I completely believed him, because I had after all completely trusted someone, and it had ended up really badly for me, so I don’t even know for now, if I am going to be honest with myself at the moment.

I mean, I had completely trusted someone and never imagined that he’d ever hurt me.

But what had ended up happening?

Now that I think about it, it was a really risky thing for men to be completely trusted, because they were more or less the same thing.

Well, except my younger brother.

Any other men, including my father, were involved. Infact, if I got told that my father was leading this particular group, I wouldn’t even bat an eye because I knew who he was and what he was capable of.