Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 317 Enchanting Morning

Leonardo couldn't help but notice Sofia's perplexed expression and wondered if she was thinking about their wedding night. He regretted acting like a demon that day and scaring her. He couldn't help but think that maybe she regretted marrying him or had negative

thoughts about him.

"I am sorry, baby girl. I was drunk last night," he said hesitantly, rubbing his nape in embarrassment.

Sofia bit her lips nervously. Leonardo couldn't take his eyes off her despite the fact that she seemed to be scared.

"I won't do anything, Sofia. I promise. At least not without your consent," Leonardo assured her desperately, hoping to ease her worries. "I respect you and your boundaries." He wanted her eyes back on him. He yearned so bad.

Leonardo gently patted the soft comforter of the queen-sized bed, beckoning Sofia to join him. Without hesitation, she obliged and positioned herself on the right side of the bed, her back facing towards him. As she nestled into the plush pillows, she curled up into a tight ball, appearing fatigued and possibly even melancholic.

Leonardo gently covered Sofia's small form with the blanket, tucking it in around her. Sofia held onto the edge of the blanket and closed her eyes tightly. Leonardo then lay down on his side, turned off the light, and closed his own eyes.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. Sofia lay still, her heart racing as she took in the sight of Leonardo's sleeping face. His features were chiseled and perfect, like a work of art. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and fascination.

Slowly, Sofia pushed herself up on her elbows, careful not to disturb Leonardo's peaceful slumber. She looked down at her own disheveled state, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. How had she not realized their close proximity last night? She had been so exhausted that she must have fallen asleep without a second thought.

face. From his thick eyebrows to his sculpted nose and those captivating full lips, every detail seemed to draw her in. He was the epitome of perfection,

within Sofia, urging her to reach out and touch his face, to trace the contours with her fingertips. But fear held her back. She didn't want to disrupt his peaceful sleep or overstep any boundaries. She wondered if

fluttered open, causing Sofia to gasp softly. Panic seized her, and she instinctively tried to move away, only to find herself trapped in his strong embrace. His hold on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him. Her cheeks flushed even deeper, and she stammered,

his eyes. "Well, I don't mind," he replied, his voice husky and deep. The sound sent

grip loosen slightly, Sofia attempted to pull away shyly. But his strength was undeniable, and she found herself unable to break free from his

but marvel at his effortless charm and rugged good looks. Realizing she needed to regain her composure, Sofia silently scolded herself, her thoughts racing. "Shit. Get a grip,

will go shopping to get you new clothes," Leonardo said. So, he remembered their discussion from yesterday, and it

agreement and watched

Leonardo busied

her mind still reeling from the realization that he truly cared. She padded softly acrossthe room, making her way to the bathroom to freshen up. There was a mix of nervousness and excitement

shower. Wrapped in a hotel bathrobe, Sofia emerged from

attention

yellow dress she had packed. It

A surge of unfamiliarlovel

over her. Why did she suddenly

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