Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 66

Sofia’s POV

I was such an emotional wreck.

I felt Matilda’s arms wrapped around my shoulders to pull me into her arms and I hesitated for a few seconds before giving in and squeezing her tight in my arms, the tears I was trying to fight back a moment ago, sliding down my cheeks, drop after drop.

A sound never escaped my lips as I cried soundlessly in Matilda’s arms while Sarah watched quietly for a few moments before she proceeded to cast down her head downwards.

“Sofia?” Matilda whispered out in a soft voice after a few minutes of the sitting room rendered in complete silence after I had started crying. I had already stopped crying after a few minutes but still remained in her arms because it had felt really nice for once in my life.

I pulled out from her arms and her hands fell off my shoulders immediately as I sat up on the couch and stared at her. I had no doubts that my eyes were puffy at the moment due to me crying.

“Yeah?” I whispered back, allowing my eyes to slide close as I caressed my fingers over my closed eyelids while bracing myself for Matilda prying nature to demand the reason as to why I had unexpectedly started crying all of a sudden.

“Do you feel a little bit better now?” She asked and I blinked my eyes open to stare at her, a confused look crossing my face for a few seconds as I watched her closely, wondering why she wasn’t asking the usual questions she’d have started asking immediately.

I nodded my head once and pushed my hair out of my face with my left hand, sniffling in a little and swallowing emptily, my sore throat hurting a little.

“So waffles are alright for you tonight, right?” Matilda asked and the warmth that had been brewing in my heart for a while now, went up a few notches, lighting up the insides of my chest in a good way.

“Would there be blueberry syrup?” I asked and Matilda gave me a look like I had suddenly gone crazy.

“You can request any flavor of syrup for the waffles, remember? Everything here is literally yours as well.”

Matilda admonished, a small smile playing at the sides of her lips and I didn’t miss the soft look that was in her eyes now as she stared at me.

“Oh, I forgot.” I said bash fully and she rolled her eyes a little before squeezing the side of my arm a little.

She got up from her spot beside me and placed her hands on her hips. “You’re just eating waffles? Or lots of it, at least… right?” She started to ask and I slouched against the backrest of the couch with a tiny frustrated huff escaping my lips.

“But remember when I said I wasn’t hungry tonight, right? I am not even sure if I am going to be able to stomach the waffles yet.” I said to her and she sighed deeply– dramatically before informing me.

“Lots of waffles for you, that's it.”

I didn’t bother replying to her and watched from the side of my eyes as she exited the sitting room, leaving me and Sarah alone to ourselves.

I knew Matilda wouldn’t be able to do a thing if I didn’t end up eating any of the waffles, but I was still going to genuinely try to eat some of the waffles, just to make use of my drugs, at least.

“How are you feeling, Sarah?” I asked after a few minutes of us remaining in a silence that wasn’t awkward nor tense… but I ended up deciding to break it when the whole thoughts of the way Luca had behaved that night threatened to start floating around in my head.

Sarah breathed out a small laugh, one that didn’t sound genuine if I was being honest. “I should be the one asking you that and not the other way round.” She paused before continuing after a few moments had passed. “How are you feeling at the moment?”

“Honestly, the pains in my stomach weren’t as intense as they were before, which I am really grateful for, because those tiny pains in different parts of the insides of my stomach had been hurting really bad.” I replied to her and a small sigh followed immediately after that.