Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436 A Hot Makeout
Ryder's POV.

Underneath the calm facade, a whirlwind of emotions churned within us, but we both masked our true feelings, determined to preserve the cherished bond of our friendship.

The morning sun had breathed new life into us, and after indulging in a refreshing shower and a delightful breakfast, we settled on the plush couch, cuddled up together, engrossed in a movie playing on the grand 75-inch TV. Bella lay against my chest, finding comfort in our familiar closeness.

Breaking the tranquil silence, I softly spoke, my fingers tenderly caressing her hair, "Do you remember? We have a wedding to attend next weekend."

Bella turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and replied with a soft smile, "Yeah, I remember."

"Have you decided what to wear? I mean, have you thought about your outfit for the wedding?" I inquired, knowing Bella's endearing simplicity and innocence, characteristics that set her apart from others and made me admire her all the more.

"Hmm, not yet," Bella replied nonchalantly, her attention drawn back to the captivating movie on the screen.

"Alright then, get ready. We'll go shopping, and afterward, I'll take you out for lunch," I declared, rising from the couch and gently urging Bella to do the same.

Her face lit up with excitement, and she hurried off to freshen up, still clad in the same clothes from the night before.

After around thirty minutes, Bella emerged from the hallway, and I was waiting for her with a warm smile. Taking her hand in mine, our fingers

interlacing effortlessly, we stepped out of the house together, ready for a day of shared cherished moments. The sun smiled down upon us, and a sense of anticipation filled the air as we embarked on our little shopping spree, our laughter and conversations weaving a beautiful tapestry of companionship and understanding.

************************************* Bella's POV.

As we stepped into the mall, Ryder guided me towards the most extravagant store in the vicinity. My heart sank as I saw the opulent display of merchandise, well beyond what I could afford. I leaned in and whispered to Ryder, my voice tinged with worry, "Ryder, this place is too expensive. I can't shop here. Let's go somewhere more reasonable..." Resting my head on his shoulder, I stole glances at the luxurious items, knowing they were far out of my reach. However, Ryder was having none of it and firmly took my hand, leading me inside despite my protests.

"Don't worry about the price. It's all on me. Just choose whatever you want," he declared nonchalantly, brushing aside my financial concerns.

Frustration bubbled within me as I realized Ryder was determined to treat me to this extravagant shopping spree. "You're so stubborn, you know that," I remarked, rolling my eyes playfully, my affection for him still shining through despite my exasperation.

Ryder chuckled, his laughter resonating deeply, and it was impossible not to be captivated by his charisma. He had a magnetic presence that always left me feeling weak in the knees.

A salesgirl approached Ryder with eagerness, and her face lit up with admiration as she ogled him shamelessly. I felt a twinge of jealousy and discomfort, as it was evident she was infatuated with him. After all, Ryder was wealthy and famous, one of the most sought-after bachelors.

"How can I assist you, sir?" the salesgirl addressed Ryder, her voice betraying her flattery.

Ryder gestured towards me with a nod of his head and said, "Show something to this lovely lady."

It was then that the salesgirl finally acknowledged my presence, and I noticed a hint of displeasure in her expression as she scanned me from head to toe. Self-consciousness washed over me as I realized I was still wearing the clothes from the previous night. My hand instinctively ran through my hair, attempting to fix it in a hurry.

With a somewhat disapproving tone, the salesgirl motioned for us to follow her, leading us to a section adorned with breathtaking gowns. My eyes widened in awe at the sight before me, and I was momentarily speechless. The dresses exuded elegance and grace, each one seemingly more beautiful than the last.

"They must be really expensive!" I said, curiosity evident in my voice.

The salesgirl replied smugly, "Yes, their starting price is ten thousand dollars."

I gasped at the price and gently ran my hand over the soft fabric of one of the gowns. It felt like feather-light silk. "Wow!"

I picked up two or three gowns and headed towards the changing room. As I tried on the first gown, a pink one-shoulder dress, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the changing room mirror. I couldn't recognize myself.

Giggling, I stepped out of the room and approached Ryder, who was sitting on a sofa, sipping on an expensive wine.

"They serve wine to all their customers, or is Ryder a regular here?" I wondered silently.

"Ryder!" I called out, trying to grab his attention. His eyes snapped up to look at me, and for a moment, he seemed captivated, forgetting to blink. Was he mesmerized by the gown or something else?

"How does this look?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, seeking his opinion.

"Oh my god, Bella! You look like an angel," Ryder spoke, his voice husky and low, as he gazed at me intensely.

I giggled, feeling flattered. "Okay, now I'll show you another gown." "No need," Ryder replied. "I think this one is perfect."