Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 159

Sofia’s POV

I felt the moving limousine slowly pulled to a stop and after it completely stopped, I knew we were going to be alighting the car any moment from now.

Was I nervous? Yes, a whole lot.

I was nervous about a lot of things at the moment and the main reason for my nervousness was the man sitting beside me at the moment.

I shifted my eyes a little and grazed the side of his face, drinking in his side profile, and it seemed like every part of him, relating to his body, was just so freaking perfect.

I averted my gaze after a few seconds, before he could catch me staring and I quickly used the opportunity to down the rest of my drink, and then I reached forward and placed the empty cup on the top of where the champagne was sitting. My hands were starting to feel clammy and if I didn’t start calming myself down at this point, I was going to start finding it hard to take in breaths into my lungs.

I puffed out a breath and reached up to Pat my hair, and the side of my shoulder, Just because I was nervous and needed to do something with my fingers to take my focus off what I was going to meet as soon as we alight the car, which for some reasons, was still closed, even though it had stopped moving for about a minute now.

I puffed out a deep breath and dragged in another deep breath, allowing myself to try to calm down. Panic attacks were the worst and I wish I didn’t have to be faced with it a lot… Come to think of it, I go through it a lot of times in my life, and something manages to hit home completely, while sometimes, I always manage to calm myself down and send it back before it completely attacks.

The most embarrassing moment of my life ‘yet’, was hnd time whereby I had come to, to Luca’s heavy body above mine, pushing me into the bed and blanketing me completely into the bed. I shook my head a little, not wanting to think about that particular moment at this point because it was only going to make my incoming panic attack more intense than it currently was, and so I decided to focus on counting the numbers in Roman figure in my head, in order to completely distract myself from reality at this very moment.

‘Xii…’

“Sofia?” Luca’s voice blended into my head instantly, cutting into what o was silently reciting in my head and I quickly turned my head around to stare at him, to see him watching me intently.

And once again, with his full gaze on me, watching me in this particular way that always felt like he was staring into my soul, only makes me want to hide away from him and cover the flaws around my whole being, away from his piercing eyes.

His eyes roamed over my face and I lowered my gaze immediately, afraid he was going to figure out the fact that I was currently trying to fight off a panic attack, which had been thankfully receding right before he had called my name, moments ago.

He reached his hand out and placed his index finger beneath my jaw like I suspected he was going to, and then he tipped my face upwards until I had no choice but to stare into his face.

Despite how much I’ve locked eyes with him, it skews us still felt like a lot of hard work for me to be able to successfully hold his piercing gaze, coupled with the fact that I had a really jumpy urge around me, it makes it even harder for me to try to effortlessly hold his gaze.

I swallowed emptily, suddenly feeling thirsty, even though I had taken a glass of champagne some minutes ago.

“What’s wrong?” I heard his voice bleed into my head and I blinked up at him right before I lowered my gaze. After about a fleeting moment, I lifted my gaze up to his face once again to lock eyes with him, before starting to reply.

“Uh, water? Can I get some water?” I whispered and I watched as he kept staring at me, without making any move to get me any thing to drink, or to move his finger from beneath my face.

“Is that the only thing wrong with you right now, just water?” He asked after a moment and I felt my heart start to slow down, of course he had figured out that something was wrong, of course, he just had to.

I meant he was luca, wasn’t he? And it was obvious thay I wasn’t wrong with my whole feeling whereby it had always felt like he was staring into my soul.