Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 63

Sofia’s POV

“Are there any other side effects it brings you?” He asked and I nodded my head before starting to list them, “Lots of headache and body pains, drowsiness, nauseous feeling, weakness, mood swings and moodiness.”

“Whoa. That’s a lot of side effects, that might as well be one of the reasons as to why you pass out.” He started to say before scribbling down on his book once again.

“I’ll give you a few things for your period side effects, and something for you to use for your headache and stomach pains.” Tyler informed me and I nodded my head at him, feeling extremely grateful to him and thankful that I didn’t have to go to the hospital tonight all because I had stupidly made use of some drugs on an empty stomach when I wasn’t supposed to, and had ended up passing out.

“Also, have you been overthinking lately?” He suddenly started to ask again and I stared confusedly at him, wondering why he was asking me such a weird question at the moment.

“Doesn’t everyone overthink?” The words that popped into my head were out my lips before I could blink and I watched as he chuckled a little before shaking his head. “No, everyone do not overthink.”

“Oh.” I stated, feeling dumb all over again.

I mean, I used to think it was pretty normal for everyone to overthink. Because how won’t people overthink when there’d be so much going on in their lives, the way they didn’t want it to turn out.

Or, if the said person was in my shoes, they’d undoubtedly over think way more than I do, I was a hundred percent sure of that.

“Your blood pressure level is high, although it isn’t that high, but it’s way higher than normal, which is a sign of you overthinking.” Tyler started to say again and my mouth opened and closed and opened again but nothing audible came out. I had no idea my blood pressure was taken… it had probably been taken when I had still been passed out.

“Please don’t overthink, that was one of the reasons as to why you passed out, along with the amount of stress you’re always putting your brain to.” Tyler started to say again and I groaned low in my throat, when was he going to be done listing my problems and give me some drugs to use so I could take them and try to get some sleep.

Ugh.

“Your stress level is high as well, your pulse was really running fast too.” He continued and I breathed out a sigh and nodded my head at him, back to tangling my fingers with one another on my thighs once again.

I couldn’t help it.

I was starting to feel really small once again.

Just what would Luca be thinking now? After listening to the doctor list off my whole health problems before him like it was a very normal thing to do.

He’d probably be irritated with how different parts abd areas of my health have one problem or the other.

Which was his fault after all. If he hadn’t agreed to marry me in place of the stupid loan he had given to my father, who had greedily lost it while gambling – I was most definitely sure I wouldn’t be here at the moment.

But then…

If all that hadn’t happened, I might have ended up being given in marriage to someone who was a true monster.

I shivered a little, dread sliding over my whole skin almost immediately, making me recoil and try to unconsciously scratch the feeling off my exposed skin of my thighs.

“What’s wrong?” I jolted a little the moment Luca’s deep voice drilled into my head unexpectedly. I shook my head, feeling heat rush into my face almost immediately as I started replying to his question, refusing to glance up at him. “Um, nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Do you have an appetite, Mrs Ricci?” Tyler started to ask and I looked up from my thighs to stare at him, thankful that his question had stopped Luca from asking me another question if he had wanted to.

I shrugged my shoulders a little while drawing tiny patterns on the small exposed skin of my left thighs. “I don’t think so, my mouth tastes a little bitter at the moment, but I think that’s because of my period…” I trailed off at the last statement and stared down back at the pale skin of my thighs, the bright lights of the sitting room making it gleam right there on the couch.

“Alright, thank you ma’am.” He replied to my answer before finally pushing himself up from his crouched position and turning around to walk back toward the other side of the room.

And I was once again left with Luca.

I felt his stare on me without looking up at him and knew I might end up passing out again if I glanced up at him and end up locking eyes with him.

I glance up, towards the side where the television was hanging off the wall to check the wall clock which was positioned a few feet above the television. It was currently some minutes past nine p.m in the night and I started to wonder just how long it has been since I passed out.