Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 348 Missing My Husband

Sofia was hungry, so she decided to have breakfast first before calling Leonardo. She pulled out a chair at the dining table and sat down. Sofia informed the servant that she would be fine with anything for breakfast. They served her an array of dishes, and her taste buds rejoiced at the sight of so many delicious foods spread out before her. Once she had eaten her fill, she set down her fork and spoon, bidding farewell to the dining room as she made her way back to her room.

Sofia indulged in a lengthy shower, luxuriating in the warm water cascading over her body. She lingered in the bathtub, fully immersed in the soothing comfort, while her chosen playlist filled the air from the speakers discreetly mounted in the bathroom's corners. After emerging from the refreshing bath, she slipped into a fresh set of clothes and turned on the television to pass the time. As she sat there, she anxiously awaited Leonardo's call or message. Though a romantic movie played on the screen, her mind was far from the love story unfolding before her. She clutched her phone tightly, her gaze fixated on the screen, hoping for any sign of communication.

Hours crawled by, and the silence from him persisted. Frustrated, Sofia decided to take matters into her own hands and dialed his number. He answered after just two rings, his deep, manly voice washing over her through the phone's speaker, causing her to melt inside. "Hey, baby girl, you're awake?" Leonardo's enchanting voice resonated with a magnetic charm.

"Yes, I've been up for three hours. And you... Why didn't you wake me up before leaving for the office?" Sofia complained, a hint of disappointment evident in her voice.

"Oh baby, you were sleeping so peacefully. I didn't want to disturb you and listen in on your dreams," Leonardo whispered, his voice laced with weariness. "Don't wait for me for dinner because I will be late. There are so many things going on, causing trouble..." He sighed, his voice heavy with the weight of his responsibilities. "I have to handle them myself."

"It's okay," Sofia murmured, her voice tinged with concern. "But try to come home soon, hmmm?" She reached out to caress his cheek, and he responded with a gentle hum.

Sofia spent the evening in a mixture of restlessness and boredom. She watched TV for a while, taking occasional breaks to wander through the opulent mansion. The grandeur of the place had lost its luster over time, and she found solace in the tranquility of the garden. She took a leisurely stroll, breathing in the fragrant blooms that adorned the pathways. In between, she allowed herself a brief respite, lying down on a bench and closing her eyes to pass the time.

As midnight approached, Leonardo had still not returned. Exhaustion overwhelmed Sofia, and she succumbed to sleep, hoping he would be by her side when she woke.

chiseled features softened in sleep. His muscular arm enveloped her, providing a sense of security. She couldn't help

limbs, only to find Leonardo's side of the bed vacant once again. Confusion clouded her thoughts, and she wondered where he could be. Seeking answers, she summoned one of

weight of her solitude pressing upon her. She pondered the price she had unknowingly paid for marrying a wealthy billionaire-the empty hours spent in his absence,

thin, and she no longer cared about his obligations-she simply wanted her husband's attention and time. Determined to reach out to him, Sofia decided to call Leonardo in the middle of the day. However, he didn't answer. Undeterred, she dialed his number again, and this time, the call was answered. But it wasn't Leonardo on the other end of the line. "Hello, ma'am. Mr. Morelli is currently tied up in an urgent meeting. He will contact you when he becomes available," the unfamiliar

to him right now. It's urgent," she insisted, her determination fueled by

the sound of a weary sigh from the other end of the phone, followed by a brief pause. Then, the voice returned, "Ma'am, Mr. Morelli is currently occupied and unable to

he would never mistreat her. Yet, for nearly a week, he had disregarded her, causing her anger to boil. She wasn't about

fit of frustration, she bellowed into the phone, "Tell Mr. Morelli that he

on the other end, possibly an assistant, and promptly ended the call. Seeking solace, she retreated to her room and turned on the television, hoping to distract herself

echoed at her door. "Come in," she granted entry to whoever sought her attention. The door swung open, and a maid stepped

he possibly want here? Leonardo wasn't present, so why had Domenico come to

her seat and made her way to the living area, where she found Domenico Russo waiting for her. The moment his eyes fell upon Sofia's presence, he stood up and gracefully bowed, extending his greeting. "Good evening, ma'am! Mr. Morelli is currently occupied with a matter of utmost urgency and importance. Therefore, I have come to assist you," he explained with

but roll her

be by her side. "Why

her frustration overpowered her manners. Her heart yearned for Leonardo's presence, and nobody