Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 131

Luca’s POV

I stepped out of the walk-in closet and pulled the door close behind me without making any unnecessary sounds as I made my way towards the side table at the side of my phone where my phone was currently sitting. I picked it up, along with the guns and knives on the table, and I shoved them all into their respective places and spots, before turning around and starting to make my way towards the door which would lead outside our bedroom. I paused beside it and turned around to stare at Sofia, and as expected, she still haven’t moved from that particular spot which she had been in, ever since when I had woken up, and even through out those times when I had pulled down the blankets which had been covering her nose, and it had looked so much to me like she wasn’t able to breathe well.

I could clearly remember when I had seen her laying at the far end of the bed, at the very tip, and how I had been worried about her talking off the bed for a moment as I had stated to her. Of course, I had wanted to walk back towards the bed to move her around until she was moved a bit away from the tip of her side of the bed, but I had decided against it almost immediately because I didn’t want it to end iher being a situation whereby I’d end up touching her with no any bad motives in my head, only to have her joke awake and start panicking like I was about to do some stuffs to her.

And then like I had feared right before I had left for work, she had indeed ended up falling off the bed, and then she had ended up at the hospital with a sprained arm, and that was that. So, that was also one of the reasons why I had ignored all the thousands thoughts and warnings in my head which were all disagreeing with me on the whole issue about me touching her face or not, and then I had ended up ignoring all those warnings and thoughts, because I could still remember when I had followed some voice in my head when it comes to Sofia, and unfortunately, she had ended up with a broken arm. And of course, I didn’t want her to end up suffocating, right there in my bed, only a few feet away from me on the wide bed.

I watched her sleep, in the same position that she had been in for over a few hours, and I stared at a face for a little more while, before finally turning around and pulling on the door knob which got the door open in an instant. I stepped out of the room and pulled the door close behind me, and I stood in that particular spot even after the door had been closed behind me, and then I started to ask myself what in hell it was c that was wrong with me.

And also, why I was suddenly feeling all those feelings for Sofia.

I shook my head a lot and let out a small puff of breath, as I started to make my way down the hallway then down the stairs, my legs moving slowly and carefully above each piece of stair, and my mind was barely settled, even, it was the complete opposite at this very moment.

I was worked up, my mind was restless and I was thinking about a lot of things at the same time.

I got to the last of the stairs and glanced around my walls around here, my eyes landing on some stuffs heaped and arranged at the side of the lower part or the staircase, jr was a good thing that Sofia had suggested herself about needing a room to paint, because I honestly haven’t think about that until this very moment. And now that I was starting to think about it, I could see that she was ringt, because there was no way I’d have figured out the fact that she needed a room to herself because of all the mess she was going to be making, to think I haven’t even though about it at all, neither did I even try to think about most of it, all I had thought about, was hanging her what she had wanted most at that moment.