Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 229 Dare Or Invitation

"What is this?" Emily asked, a deep furrow in her brow.

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Matteo turned to face her, a soft smile on his lips. "Come here," he whispered, gently beckoning her toward the sweet surprise he had arranged.

Emily hesitated, nervously chewing her bottom lip before slowly walking toward him.

"How's it?" he asked, gesturing around the balcony.

"It's... beautiful," Emily answered sincerely, her voice soft. "But why did you go through all this trouble?"

"I wanted to make this dinner something special, since our last dinner date was cut short," he said, biting the inside of his cheek, the memory of that night still embarrassing him. "That's fine," Emily waved her hand dismissively. "I've forgotten all about that."

Matteo's smile faltered, a flicker of hurt passing through him. She had forgotten the night he had arranged a perfect date for them, a night that could have been magical if Lia hadn't ruined it.

Shrugging off those lingering thoughts, Matteo took the sandwiches from Emily's hands and placed them beside the plates. He lowered himself onto one of the soft cushions and patted the one next to him, motioning for Emily to join him. "Come on, sit here," he urged with a soft smile.

Emily hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she weighed her options. She wasn't sure if sitting so close to him was a good idea, especially with the cozy setting he'd prepared, but her feet moved before her mind could protest further. Reluctantly, she settled down beside him, her heart pounding a little faster as she felt the warmth radiating from the charming playboy attorney sitting so close to her.

"Come on, let's sit and eat before something happens," he sighed, the last part of his sentence trailing off.

Emily blinked at

to ruin our time together. Remember?"

someone came to disrupt

into two glasses. He handed one to Emily, but she shook

won't

me," Matteo asked, cocking his head

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that's not the reason, Emily shrugged, feeling a bit awkward with the confession. "I just can't handle my drink. Every time I do, I end

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own glass, lightly clinking it against hers. "And what if I meant to do just that?" he replied, his voice low, daring, as his eyes sparkled with mischief. Emily paused, staring into his eyes for a heartbeat

at her challenge. Was she daring him, or was it an

bad at reading between the lines, and now this mysterious woman had him wrapped in her spell

you there." He offered her a sandwich, hoping the new topic would ease the atmosphere. Emily took the sandwich, glancing at him as she started eating and sipping her wine. "Yeah, I was thinking about going to Florence, "Emily shrugged, chewing on her sandwich before taking a large swig of wine. "But Mia told me to stay in Paris and manage the business here." Her words

Alessandro and how Mia had once been known as Aria. Their conversation flowed naturally from there, meandering through topics from their pasts to their lives now. Before