Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445 Lunch With My Boss
Logan's POV.

Mia and I opted to go to the nearest restaurant. I instructed my driver to

leave, choosing to drive my own car instead. As we arrived, I opened the passenger seat for her, and she gracefully stepped inside. Taking my place behind the wheel, I ignited the engine and steered us towards the restaurant.

After a short drive, we arrived at a renowned Italian restaurant. It turned out that Mia had booked a table here, knowing it to be my favorite.

Exiting the car, I circled around to the passenger side, holding the door open for her. Extending my hand, I silently urged her to take it.

I was well aware of the charm my gentlemanly gestures possessed, and Mia was no exception. The rosy hue on her cheeks served as undeniable proof that she appreciated the gesture. Firmly holding her hand, despite her subtle attempt to pull away, we entered the restaurant together, hand in hand.

Fortunately, we had a table reserved, and the waiter promptly led us to our designated spot. Pulling out a chair for her, I patiently waited for Mia to take her seat.

"Mr. Mancini, you don't have to do that," she protested.

"It's Logan to you when we're not in my office," I interjected, grinning mischievously.

"But..." she began, her words trailing off as the waiter arrived to take our order.

Taking the lead, I confidently ordered all of Mia's favorite dishes, a playful glint in my eyes as I anticipated her reaction. Confusion flickered across her face, and she couldn't help but question, "Are these really my favorite foods?"

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I revealed my secret, "Don't be surprised, Mia. I know these are your favorites, which is why I ordered them."

Her hand flew to her mouth, and she gasped, clearly taken aback. "But how did you know?"

I chuckled, enjoying the intrigue that danced in her eyes. My voice carried a hint of mystery as I replied, "I have my ways."

Her curiosity brimming, she couldn't hold back her question, blurting out, "What are you trying to do? Are you attempting to impress me?"

I raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "Why would I?"

Drawing her in with a whisper, I let my words hang in the air, laced with suggestion, "...and if I were... I'd take you home and impress you in my bed."

Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, and she was momentarily speechless, her reaction further fueling my amusement. Before she could regain her composure, the waiter arrived with our order, providing a timely interruption to our charged conversation.

Mia quickly looked away, trying to conceal her embarrassment, not wanting the waiter to notice her blushing cheeks.

Finding her reaction endearing, I couldn't resist teasing her further. "So, how's the food?" I inquired, genuinely interested in her opinion. There was

something about Mia that captivated me, and I yearned to unravel the layers of her personality.

"It's delicious, and thank you for this delightful treat," she replied politely, her demeanor slightly formal but her gratitude shining through. I admired her spirited nature.