Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 351 He Cares Sofia's disappointment dissipated as she entered the bathroom, the cool water splashing on her face like a gentle wake-up call. With renewed vigor, she hastily freshened up, determined to seize the moment. As she walked down the hall, her footsteps seemed lighter, her heart was sad and missing her husband.

To her surprise, the gloomy corridors led her to a heartwarming sight. There he was, Leonardo, seated at the breakfast table with his laptop open before him. His typically unreadable demeanor softened, and his tea sat neglected, growing colder with each passing moment.

"You haven't left for your work?" Sofia inquired, taking a seat beside him, her smile radiant and genuine. It had been an entire week since they had the chance to share breakfast together, and her joy couldn't be contained.

Leonardo chuckled, playfully teasing her, "Why, baby girl? Are you not happy to see me?" He knew all too well the happiness he brought to her by being there, breaking his routine for this special occasion.

Sofia quickly clarified, "No, I didn't mean that. I am pleasantly surprised to see you at the breakfast table. Otherwise, you always leave for your office before I wake up." There was a tinge of sadness in her sigh, as she often felt a longing to have more of these cherished moments together.

"I can't do anything about that, baby girl. Because... you know... work is God," he responded with a touch of jest, his laughter resonating through the room. In that moment, she felt a sense of contentment seeing him in such a good mood, as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted from his shoulders.

As they exchanged playful banter, Sofia felt a surge of courage welling up inside her. It was the right time to discuss her own aspirations, her desire to rejoin school, and pursue her dreams.

"I want to ask you about... Can I go back to join my school? I want to complete my course," Sofia's voice trembled with a mix of fear and hope as she broached the subject, unsure of how Leonardo would react.

Leonardo, his attention momentarily diverted from the glow of his laptop, turned his gaze towards Sofia. His intense eyes studied her for a few lingering seconds, his thoughts seemingly lost in contemplation.

Finally, he spoke, his voice measured yet filled with understanding, "Of course, baby. I didn't know that you had dropped your course in the middle. Otherwise, I would have made arrangements for you to continue your education earlier."

A surge of relief washed over Sofia, causing a smile to bloom on her lips. The weight of uncertainty lifted from her shoulders as Leonardo's words offered reassurance. Gratitude colored her voice as she exclaimed, "Thank you so much! I truly appreciate it." Leonardo's attention returned to his laptop momentarily before he looked back at Sofia, his expression now serious. "I will speak with Domenico and ensure that all the necessary formalities are completed. Let him know which school you want to attend, and I will make certain that Mark enhances your safety. They will be by your side at all times, even inside the classroom. I won't take any chances with your well-being," his tone carried a resolute determination.

A wave of mixed emotions washed over Sofia, her happiness tainted by the realization that her life as the wife of a Mafia king would never be ordinary.

a beat, she attended her classes diligently, making up for lost time through extra studying. She immersed herself

herself seated in the luxurious confines of a Mercedes, followed closely by a car filled with vigilant bodyguards. The attention they garnered as they arrived at the school was

widening as if she had materialized from another world. This scrutiny only heightened Sofia's unease, for she was unaccustomed to being the center of attention. In the hallways and classrooms, whispers

knowledge

Kat, a notorious figure in the underworld, spread like wildfire, the treatment she received from her peers left much to be desired. They reveled

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to degrade and belittle her at every turn. Sofia became an easy target, and

shunned her and refused to offer even

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lack of conventional beauty. The echoes of their taunts and cold indifference reverberated in her mind, but she

her skills in both extracurricular activities and academics set her apart from the crowd. Sofia,

safety, Domenico sought permission from the dean for two bodyguards to accompany her during classes. One guard would station themselves outside the classroom, vigilant and watchful, while the other would find

of this arrangement, she couldn't help but marvel at the extent of her husband, Leonardo Morelli's influence. The dean's agreement to the request was a testament to the power and sway that Leonardo held, and Domenico confirmed that a substantial donation had been made to the school as

her, Sofia approached her classroom, her head bowed and her steps measured. But the moment she entered, the room erupted with hushed whispers and pointed fingers. The curious gazes of her classmates fixed upon her,

weight of their

down on Sofia's shoulders,

here

each pointed stare felt like a piercing arrow aimed at her vulnerability. The insecurity she she had kept at bay

was as if the very act of existing in that classroom drew

unbearable levels.