Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 337 Caring Husband

Leonardo's fingers gently intertwined with Sofia's as they embarked on the somber journey. The car came to a halt, and Leonardo remained steadfast by her side, his grip on her hand unwavering. The solemn atmosphere of Ricci's graveyard enveloped them, and as they stepped out of the vehicle, their bodyguards formed a protective ring around them, a visible shield against the world. As they stood before the grave, Sofia's eyes were drawn to the engraved name of her grandmother, Lady Valentina Ricci, accompanied by the dates that marked her existence in this world. A wave of melancholy washed over Sofia as she took in the reality of her grandmother's passing.

Mark stepped forward, handing Sofia some flowers. Sofia knelt by her grandmother's tomb, her fingertips tracing the engraved letters, as if trying to bridge the divide between the realms of the living and the departed. Tenderly, she placed the flowers on the grave, a token of her affection and remorse. The weight of her absence burdened her as she whispered her apologies, hoping her grandmother could somehow hear her ethereal words.

"I am sorry, Grandma," Sofia's voice barely reached the air, heavy with regret. "I could not come to meet you last time. Please forgive me, and I love you. I miss you so much. Why did you also leave me?"

A solitary teardrop escaped her eye, a testament to the depth of her sorrow. With closed eyes, Sofia offered a silent prayer, her thoughts weaving through the spaces of remembrance.

"I'll come and meet you again very soon, grandma," Sofia whispered, her voice carrying a flicker of determination.

Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, opened once more, revealing a resilience within. A delicate swipe of her hand brushed away the evidence of her grief, and she rose from her kneeling position, turning to face a concerned Leonardo.

Standing silently behind Sofia, Leonardo's gaze held a mixture of emotions, his forehead creased with a worry only he comprehended. His eyes, usually a window to his soul, now shielded a layer of mystery. Lips pressed into a firm line, they refused to reveal the thoughts that stirred within him. Slowly, Leonardo took a step forward, his hand reaching out to tenderly caress Sofia's cheeks, wiping away the remnants of her tears.

Cupping Sofia's face in his palms, Leonardo studied her countenance intently, as if trying to decipher the complexities that danced across her features. Concern mingled with an unspoken affection, a silent promise to be there for her, even in the darkest of moments. Sofia found solace in the warmth of his touch, a beacon of support in a world marred by loss.

"Are you okay, baby girl?" Leonardo's voice quivered with a mix of worry and tenderness, as if his very heart depended on her response. Sofia, still reeling from the events that had transpired, slowly nodded, appreciating his genuine concern.

for some more time, or can we go and catch the flight?"

protective grip on her hand, finding solace in his presence as they navigated the crowd

filled with a heavy silence, the weight of recent events hanging in the air. Leonardo's hand never left Sofia's, offering her a comforting reassurance. His thumb gently

led the way, his purposeful strides guiding them towards the private jet waiting on the runway.

the plush interior and the scent of luxury. The new staff welcomed them warmly, their smiles tinged with professionalism. Leonardo, ever the gentleman, guided Sofia towards their seats, and she chose the one

that your first flight?" Leonardo inquired, his voice laced with curiosity. Sofia nodded shyly,

he continued, his voice gentle

was palpable as she looked at him, her eyes searching for

fears, her words trembling slightly. "You aren't scared of flying in an aircraft? What if

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our jets are equipped with the latest technology and the highest security features," he reassured her, his shoulders nonchalantly

trace of pride. "For my business, I practically live in a private jet. You will come to know my lifestyle within

it meant he wouldn't be able to spend much time with her in Genoa. A tinge of disappointment washed over her, visible in the flicker of her expression. "Don't think that way. You

her mind? Did she unintentionally speak her

Sofia's face flushed crimson.

Sofia's ear as he whispered, his voice a seductive melody that resonated deep within her. "Angel, I have a mile-high club fantasy about you.