Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 177

Luca’s POV

I shouldn’t have brought that up.

That alone was a hundred percent sure and clear to me at this point. I should’ve just let it be, like they always say it was good to let sleeping dogs lie. I regretted mentioning that particular night the moment I had mentioned it, but there was no way I could have taken those words back, even if I wanted to, like I actually wanted to.

And when she bursted out into tears, with sobs that sounded very familiar, because I’ve heard her sob that way, a couple of times, and it has always managed to leave a bitter feeling behind. The first time I heard her cry was on our wedding night, when I was still contemplating on if I was supposed to fully consummate the wedding or not, and the second time had been the night where I had gotten woken up from a light sleep, due to how loud her sobs were. Listening to her cry that night, right from the middle of her nightmare, had kept such a bad feeling behind, a feeling I didn’t want to ever experience again. I was super protective of her and hated seeing or listening to her shed tears, and here she was, standing before the banister of the balcony, as sobs racked her small body, and it was all my fault.

Everything had been going well ever since I got home, and made my way into the house. I met with Matilda in the corridor and she had told me where Sofia was at, even before I had asked, and so I made my way straight for the balcony in the next second, letting myself in and watching as she got startled for a few seconds.

I made my way towards her and paused behind her, teasing her about a kiss and holding her against me after she had delivered a small kiss on my cheeks. After a while, we had moved towards one of the chairs up here in the balcony and I had wrapped my arm around her almost immediately, pulling her into my side and moving my hand to rest on her shoulder. Everything had been going well after that, I was enjoying her weight on my side, because she weighted next to nothing, and I had even asked her if she was cold at a point when a small shiver had wrecked through her body, and had proceeded to pull her into my side even more when she had insisted on not being cold.

I should have just remained silent after that, but then I just had to ask about if she was lost in thoughts, and then after that, I had proceeded to ask her about that particular night in which she had gotten visited by a nightmare. It wasn’t just because I was curious about what it was that had resulted in that particular nightmare, it was because I have been thinking about that particular night almost every night before falling asleep Witt her body against mine, and I had always silently wondered if her nightmare was going to visit her once afsin. It had always been at the back at my mind and I had decided to ask her about it, because I was worried about it, and had thought that it wasn’t going to be all that sensitive at the moment, seeing as I hadn’t spoken about that particular night ever since it happened, until this very moment.

I shook my head a little and carded my fingers through my hair a little, puffing out a breath just as I pushed myself up to my feet, and then I started to make my way towards where Sofia was standing, in a really quiet way, without making any kind of sound. I stopped a few feet away from her, wincing as I watched her body shake and heave as she sobbed on and on. She tried to stiffen her sobs with her hands, but that was only able to kill off a little of the sounds, and the rest of the sounds hit my ears as it was escaping her through, and listening to her cry, was making my chest ache really badly.

I wanted to take her into my arms and wipe her tears off, but I didn’t know if that was going to be welcomed or not, I didn’t know if she was going to feel comfortable to the extent of crying in my arms.