Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 26 Pervert

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Mia didn't know why she agreed to come to Alessandro's apartment in the first place. But when Matteo pleaded and said Alessandro Valentino was in this situation because of saving her, she couldn't deny him the help.

As Mia arrived at Alessandro's apartment, she found doctors and nurses standing outside the mafia king's room.

"What's going on?" she asked in a hushed voice to Matteo, who led her to Alessandro's room.

"No one dares to go inside his room unless they have a death wish," Matteo replied grumpily, still annoyed at his stubborn friend.

Mia swallowed hard. "When no one is willing to enter his room, you want me to go into the lion's den?!" Her eyes widened with realization.

"No! No!" Matteo held up his hand. "Alessandro won't do anything to you," he asserted.

Why?!" Mia frowned, not believing the cunning lawyer.

Lawyers are always liars and not trustworthy.

wanted to give her the actual reason. He wanted to tell her that she looked like Alessandro's wife, whom the Italian don loved more than his life. But he was afraid

life, so he thought it

remember?!" Matteo smiled awkwardly. "So he won't kill you; otherwise,

"It makes sense."

and

can handle it alone," Matteo

ready to do it or not. But standing here and

it was crucial for Alessandro to eat meals at regular intervals to regain his strength and recover soon. He explained

and an

placed her hand on the doorknob and twisted it, her heart racing at rocket speed. She glanced back at Matteo, who gave her a thumbs up encouraging smile before gesturing

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bed in the center, where the formidable don was lying with his eyes closed. She was so nervous that she couldn't look anywhere else, missing how lavishly his room was designed with ivory and

glanced over her shoulder when she heard the door close behind

dark circles under his eyes west very prominent. His appearance was disheveled, and when she took a closer look, her heart ached for the mafia king. He had lost a lot of weight and looked pale from losing blood after being shot in the shoulder. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the bandage on his shoulder was drenched in blood. It meant he hadn't let anyone help him with his daily chores or even change his dressing. In this way, he

check his temperature. He was slightly warm but didn't seem to have a fever. Her eyes roamed over his beautiful features. Even in this condition, there was no doubt he was the

disturbed his sleep. Mia gasped in fear as he clutched her

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