Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 28 Please Stay!

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Alessandro finished the last spoonful of soup and then took his medicines.

"Mr. Valentino, you're set for the night. I need to leave now, but I've made extra soup f when you get hungry." Mia said as she rose, placing the food tray on the coffee table.

"No, stay." Alessandro demanded, his hand darting out to grasp Mia's wrist.

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Mia was taken aback, her eyes widening as she looked at the mafia king's large hand clutching her thin wrist possessively.

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"Mr. Valentino!" she swallowed hard under his intense gaze. "I have to get home. My children are waiting for me."

Alessandro's expression softened slightly at the mention of her children.

"I'll arrange for them to come here and live comfortably," he offered without hesitation.

"No!" Mia gasped, her voice trembling.

She didn't want him to meet her children. Hell, she was more worried about her genius twins. They were smarter than anyone could imagine and would sense something was amiss immediately. Explaining everything to them would be impossible. She couldn't lie to her children, but the truth would be too painful for their young minds.

"They can't come here," she blurted out impulsively.

Alessandro frowned, his grip

we live here with you, Mr. Valentino?" Mia shot back, twisting her wrist in a futile attempt to free herself from

for you all to live here. The apartment is very

if you'll let me go,

you leave and something

because of you,"

really see the big bad mafia king pouting at her? It felt like witnessing the eighth wonder of the world, a breaking news story in itself. The deadly, ruthless Alessandro

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are here, your whole staff is here. It doesn't tter

demanded,

seemed unable to look away from her for even a minute. He wanted thing

They ked eyes for what

sat on the edge of the bed, thinking she would leave once he fell asleep. essandro kept a firm grip on her hand, as if fearing she would disappear if he let go. After a * minutes, Alessandro's eyes closed, and he tried to sleep. When he opened them at @ment later, he heard

peacefully and carelessly she slept. Clearly, she was exhausted after a ng day. Carefully, he lifted himself up and gently tucked his arm under

and joy he hadn't felt in years. He let her

the bedside table and composed a text for Matteo. He structed him to go to Mia's place and inform her family that she would be staying the ight. He also reminded his best friend to tell the bodyguards to be

mafia king that he would

approval could he come ip to the door. Emily opened the door, and Matteo was momentarily dazed by the beauty before him. When he heard about Mia's assistant, he expected a plain, boring woman who also looked ifter the interior designer's children in her spare time. Instead,