Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Husband Novel 311

Chapter 311 Bad News

As the clock struck afternoon, the grand mansion was eerily quiet, save for the soft shuffling of the servants' footsteps. It was a lonely place, once occupied only by the reclusive Leonardo. But now, Sofia had to start her first day in this sprawling estate. After having breakfast, Leonardo checked some mail and looked at some documents on his laptop.

Sofia hadn't still come down. So Leonardo sent a maid to call her for breakfast because it was already eleven in the morning.

Leonardo was so engrossed in his work that he lost track of time and everything else around him. However, his attention was soon drawn to the refreshing aroma of body wash and shampoo that filled the air. He glanced up from his laptop and saw Sofia standing before him, looking down with a natural beauty that was accentuated by her lack of makeup.

Even quite beautiful compared to the previous night. She looked dainty and slim, with curves in all the right places. Leonardo would have questioned her age if he hadn't reviewed her birth certificate during the contract signing.

Upon casting a quick glance at her, his forehead creased with concern. He observed that her lips were quivering, and her hands were shaking, although she tried to conceal it by clenching them into a tight fist. A closer look revealed that she hadn't dried her hair. She would get cold and fall sick.

Not willing to take any chances, Leonardo pushed his chair back and stood up, his tone firm as he ordered, "Towel."

A maid came instantly with a towel in her hand and handed it to Leonardo.

As Leonardo approached Sofia with the towel in his hand, he noticed her lips trembling and a gasp escaping her mouth. She was afraid. Leonardo again regretted acting like a monster last night. Sighing, he quickly tossed the towel at her head before moving closer to her. Sofia instinctively grabbed his hand with her delicate fingers as he began to rub her hair gently.

"Why on earth did you not dry your hair? You will fall sick, you know?!" He inquired as he vigorously rubbed the towel over her damp hair.

you, I won't become ill. I am accustomed to letting

prefer to be addressed as Leonardo," he corrected her, displaying his

puzzled, not comprehending why he

clearly, correct? I am not accustomed to repeating myself," he stated sternly in his deep voice, and

on her head and made his way back to the table to retrieve the call. Upon seeing the number, he silently cursed. It was

must leave for Rome

on? Can you fill me in?" Leonardo was getting annoyed with his dad taking over his life and

grandmother passed away this morning." Leonardo's father informed, "and her last wish was for Sofia to be present at the funeral. I received a call from Carlo this morning. He's at the airport with his family, and he said that you could bring Sofia to Rome on our

that she had just taken off the towel from her head. Her hair was now alt over the place, and she was miserably trying to flatten it out with her hand. An unconscious smile stretched across his lips. But, despite finding her appearance adorable, Leonardo knew he had to be serious with her. He had some sad

Leonardo exclaimed, feeling a rush of warmth as her

that she seemed nervous as she trembled visibly at the sound of his voice, fidgeting with her fingers and avoiding eye contact. Sighing, Leonardo decided not to say anything and planned to tell her once

and pack some clothes. We're leaving for

said, leaving

study

he said as soon as the person

best friend

was your wedding night?" Domenico asked mischievously, making

Domenico. I called you to tell