Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344 Emotional Whirlwind
Leonardo's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he locked onto Domenico's. Leonardo's fists involuntarily clenched, his knuckles turning white as his frustration surged. He yearned to strike Domenico, to obliterate that infuriatingly smug smile from his face.

"What do you mean?" Leonardo finally replied, his voice laced with a touch of confusion.

Domenico's gaze hardened, his chin jutting forward in a defiant challenge. "I mean, the way you were behaving with Sofia, it wasn't an act, was it?"

Leonardo's hesitation grew, his mind grappling with the complexity of his emotions. He hadn't expected Domenico to notice, to question the cracks in his icy demeanor. The truth was, he didn't have an answer himself. Leonardo couldn't comprehend why Sofia had the power to unravel him, to soften the edges of his hardened soul. It was as if a storm of conflicting feelings raged within him whenever she crossed his path.

His silence hung in the air, a veil of uncertainty enveloping the room. Leonardo knew he couldn't brush off the inquiry, but he also couldn't reveal his own confusion. How could he explain a phenomenon he didn't understand himself?

Unwilling to disclose his vulnerability, Leonardo averted his gaze, choosing to deflect the question rather than face his own inner turmoil. With a deliberate motion, he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice cubes clinking softly against the crystal sides. Raising the glass to his lips, he took a measured sip, the bitter taste momentarily distracting him from the weight of the conversation.

"Leo, what's wrong? Talk to me. I know you weren't just acting back there. You have to pretend to be in this marriage for three years, but that concern and care for your wife—it wasn't fake," Domenico said, his tone laced with genuine concern.

Leonardo recognized that this time Domenico was speaking as his friend, not merely his business partner. Domenico, after all, held the position of second-in-command in Leonardo's Mafia world.

"I don't know, Domenico. I don't know what's happening to me," Leonardo confessed, his voice tinged with confusion. "But there's something different about Sofia. She's unlike any other girl I've ever met. When she cries, my heart aches. When she's hurt, I want to burn this whole world down." Leonardo ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his actions.

"I'm also trying to understand what I truly feel for her. However, deep down, I'm terrified of experiencing another heartbreak," he admitted, his voice betraying a mix of vulnerability and apprehension.

Exhaling sharply, Leonardo locked eyes with Domenico. The latter observed Leonardo's face intently, as if searching for answers within his friend's troubled expression.

Leonardo tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Domenico with a challenging gaze. Domenico shook his head, a faint chuckle escaping his lips.

"I could tell, you know," Domenico said, his voice laced with amusement. "The moment that bastard mentioned his boss wanted Sofia dead, and you unleashed your fury upon him, I knew something had changed. It was clear then and there that you had developed feelings for your wife."