Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 184 Ex-husband

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Matteo sensed the distress radiating from Emily, her body trembling with fear, a reaction that didn't escape his notice.

"But don't worry," Matteo declared firmly, he can't do anything to you as long as I'm alive"

"He Emily gasped, her eyes widening in horror as the calization hit. "You mean it's the trailed off

"My gut tells me it's Tomas Matteo confirmed with a slow nod. "But I'll have a name in a few minutes. The attackers are being interrogated as speak, he assure Thank you for your help." Emily murmured, feeling overwhelped by the care she was receiving from a man for the first time-without expecting anything in return.

Matteo gently tucked a loose strand of her caramel-brown hair behind her ear, his voice soft as he said, "T do anything for you, ange

Emily blushed, suddenly aware that she was still wrapped in his embrace. He hadn't let go, as if holding her was second nature to him. She began to wriggle, trying to free herself, but when he didn't hnmediately release her, she narrowed her eyes at him. Matteo chuckled lowly before finally letting her

"Pack some of your clothes," he said, his tone firm. "You're moving in with me."

Emily gaped at him in shock. "What?!" she sputtered, furrowing her brow. "You can't be serious, are

e you?

serious, and I can't leave you here alone, knowing your ex-husband is after

make him so desperate?"

Iningue.

up against his crimes, she declared with pride. Matteo felt

my attorney, not my..." Emily trailed off, biting her lip as

safe is part of my job, Miss Yang. After all, my client has to be alive for me to get

said... Emily stammered awkwardly, recalling that Matteo had mentioned he wouldn't take any

she could worry further. "Did you forget? You owe me a date,

with the money to afford a successful attorney like you, Mr. Vinci," she added the last sentence in a

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attack, the thought of being alone at home terrified her. Still, she hesitated for a

eyes lingered on her until she disappeared inside and closed the door. Just then, his phone rang. It was the police, who had taken the attackers

lawyer, always keeping him informed of the authorities' every move. Matteo wasn't a saint;

answer the call on his

silent, listening

muttered before disconnecting

After some intense interrogation, the attackers had finally broken down and revealed everything.