Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Husband Novel 327

Chapter 327 His Sweet Wife

After speaking with his father, Leonardo took care of some business calls before returning to the room. Sofia was still peacefully asleep, her innocence radiating from her face. A small glimmer of joy found its way into Leonardo's heart as he observed her serenity. Careful not to disturb her slumber, he slid under the covers and drew her closer to him, his arm encircling her delicate frame. With Sofia nestled against him, he felt a sense of solace he hadn't experienced in a long time. The comfort of her presence lulled him back into a deep sleep.

Upon awakening once more, Leonardo discovered that Sofia was no longer in bed beside him. His eyebrows knitted together, and he propped himself up on his elbows, scanning the room for any sign of her. Yet, she was nowhere to be found.

Concern prickled at his skin as he rose from the bed, his feet carrying him toward the bathroom. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

"Sofia? Are you there?" he called out, his voice filled with a tinge of worry. There was no response. He turned the doorknob and discovered that the bathroom was empty.

His heart began to race, and a surge of panic coursed through him. Where could she have gone? Leonardo swiftly retrieved his phone, his fingers hovering over the dial pad, ready to call for assistance. However, his eyes caught sight of the slightly ajar balcony door. Moving with urgency, Leonardo approached the balcony and spotted Sofia standing there, her delicate figure leaning against the railing. She appeared lost in her thoughts, a serene smile gracing her lips. Leonardo couldn't help but feel captivated by her beauty in that moment, a sense of relief washing over him.

Leonardo couldn't help but indulge in admiring Sofia's beauty, his gaze lingering on her delicate features. He chastised himself for his possessive stares, reminding himself that she was his wife and he needed to control his desires and not behave like love sick. However, the allure of her presence was irresistible, and he yearned to soak in every detail of her pretty face without interruption. It seemed that no matter how much he looked at her, it would never be enough.

Drawing nearer to her, Leonardo leaned against the railing, his body close to Sofia's. With gentle care, he reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, causing her to turn towards him.

"Good morning, baby girl," he greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes filled with affection.

Sofia began, but Leonardo raised an eyebrow challengingly, silently urging her to address him by his

breath away. The

I was searching for

she met his gaze. "I'm accustomed to waking up early in the morning," she

brow furrowed slightly at

he understood

instilled in children from respected families,

backgrounds to be pampered

princesses. Sofia, however, denet

couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her individuality. He, too, had been raised in a strict and disciplined environment, but now he relished

Sofia. We're on vacation," Leonardo reassured Sofia, gently caressing her cheeks with his fingers. Sofia leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his

can't sleep now; it's already late morning, almost afternoon. And aren't we supposed to

morning and said we have to

event. I just packed some clothes when you asked me to pack my bags. I had no idea where we were going or what kind of clothes to bring," she said, feeling a sense of panic creeping in. "Don't worry about it. I've already asked Mark to arrange for a

Sofia exclaimed, her bright blue

placed it gently on his chest, a gesture of comfort and

expression held a hint of something he couldn't quite decipher. Concerned, he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to