Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 363 Midnight Supper "I hope you haven't forgotten my voice," Sofia's stepmother, Emma, spoke on the phone, her words piercing the silence that surrounded Sofia.

"Of course, ma'am. How can I forget your voice?" Sofia's voice held a touch of formality, a reminder of the distant relationship she shared with Emma since her childhood. Sofia was never allowed to address her as 'mother,' and 'ma'am' had become the designated term of respect.

"Sofia, your father and I are missing you," Emma said, and Sofia was taken aback by those words. Her ears strained to confirm what she had just heard. Could it be real, or was she merely hallucinating? After all, there seemed to be no possibility that Sofia's father and Emma would genuinely miss her.

Yet, a spark of hope ignited within Sofia's heart. Her poor, yearning heart, always longing for their love, dared to believe that perhaps they had finally realized her value in the household after she had left them. Maybe they wanted to check if she was doing well, a glimmer of concern for her. After all, her father was her only blood relation.

Sofia remained silent, unsure of how to respond to Emma's unexpected revelation.

"Oh dear, don't you miss us? After your marriage, you haven't visited your parents' home, not even once. That's why I'm calling you now, to invite you for lunch tomorrow. Your father will be delighted to see you," Emma's voice resonated with a surprising politeness. Sofia's eyes welled up with tears. She had always believed they had married her off to Leonardo Morelli as a way to rid themselves of her presence. The thought that her stepmother was inviting her for lunch was unimaginable, beyond anything she could have fathomed. "Sofia!" Emma called her name once more, breaking the extended silence. Sofia snapped back to reality, realizing she had been lost in her thoughts for far too long.

"So, are you coming for lunch?" Emma's voice carried a mix of curiosity and urgency, a tone that Sofia had seldom heard. Overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions flooding her heart, Sofia gathered herself.

"Of course, I will be there," Sofia's voice trembled slightly, laced with both anticipation and apprehension. She longed to see her father, for he was still her dad, no matter what.

"That's great. We will be waiting for you. See you then," Emma concluded the conversation, and Sofia carefully hung up the phone.

As Sofia anxiously awaited Leonardo's arrival, she contemplated asking him if he could spare some time to accompany her on the visit to her parent's house for lunch.

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Sofia woke up to the sound of the main door opening. Throwing her legs down, she sat up straight on the couch, instantly alert. Leonardo walked in, holding his jacket in his hand, while the tie hung low around his neck. He had folded his sleeves up to the elbow, and the top buttons of his white shirt were unfastened. He looked visibly tired and exhausted.

"Hey!" he smiled upon seeing Sofia, glancing at his wristwatch. "You're awake. Why didn't you sleep?"

She stood up and walked towards him, taking his bag and jacket from his hands. "I was waiting for you," she replied softly.

around her, and they began heading towards their bedroom.

it was... good. How was your

school and brought home a lot of pending work. I spent the whole evening completing it," she babbled, trying to come

at least you managed to finish all

and Sofia placed his jacket and bag on the table, taking out his casual sleepwear

something to eat, I can make

If only he knew

course, I can cook anything. Just tell me what you'd like," she responded,

personal chef for myself," he teased, licking

head at his playful remark and gently pushed him towards the bathroom. "You go and take a quick

stairs, making her way towards the kitchen. It had been nearly a month since she last cooked a meal. The anticipation of preparing something delicious for Leonardo filled her with excitement. With swift movements, she began to craft a hearty chicken soup, the aroma wafting

Leonardo

glistened under the light, and he

vel

tempted to take a bite out of him. She gestured towards the steaming pot

seat, Leonardo positioned himself at the table, and Sofia settled beside him. Placing a bowl before him, she ladled the fragrant soup, filling it with generous scoops. Leonardo picked up his spoon

"Hmmm," he moaned, momentarily

his appreciation. "You are amazing, my baby girl. This soup is simply divine. It's as if you performed magic. I've never tasted anything quite às

The sight before her was breathtaking-a large, shimmering rock adorned with delicate diamonds. It enveloped her middle finger entirely, its magnificence impossible to ignore. "Oh my God, Leonardo! This must have cost a fortune. Why would you buy such an extravagant ring? I don't need

his tone betraying a hint of remorse for not securing an even grander token of his affection. Shaking her head, Sofia replied, "You don't need to shower me with expensive gifts. I'm not comfortable

onto his lap. Guiding the spoonful of soup

I've already had dinner," she gently insisted. However, his determination outweighed her protestations as he pressed the spoon against

her taste buds, eliciting an involuntary moan

Sitting on my lap, moaning like that You look so tempting.bwant to savor every inch of you, he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of