Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 364 Over Possessive Husband

After enjoying a warm and comforting bowl of soup, Sofia and Leonardo retreated to their bedroom. The moment the door closed, Leonardo's strong arms enveloped Sofia, lifting her effortlessly and gently placing her on the soft bed. As he discarded his t-shirt, his playful demeanor took over, and they indulged in intimate moments. He made passionate love to her, their love deepening with every touch, before finally succumbing to slumber.

The following day, Sofia embarked on her usual routine of attending school while Leonardo departed for his office, each absorbed in their respective responsibilities. Lost in the busyness of the day, Sofia inadvertently forgot to contact Leonardo, her mind consumed by the demands of her studies.

Upon arriving home and preparing herself for lunch at her parent's house, Sofia realized she needed to check on Leonardo to confirm his availability and punctuality, as he often struggled with time management.

Leonardo answered after just two rings, his voice filled with a sense of urgency and importance. "When are you coming? I'm ready and eagerly waiting for you," Sofia questioned directly, her eagerness apparent in her tone.

There was a momentary pause on the other end of the line before Leonardo replied in a polite and composed manner, "Angel, I'm currently in the midst of a crucial meeting. Despite having informed my secretary to clear my schedule, I cannot overlook the urgency of this particular meeting. Rest assured, it's my final engagement of the day, and once it concludes, I will join you," he explained, aware that his revelation might dampen her spirits.

"But we will be late, Leonardo. How could you do this?" Sofia expressed her frustration, her disappointment evident in her words. "This is the first time I'm visiting my parent's house after our marriage, and you've spoiled the mood," she huffed, a mixture of irritation and longing lingering within her.

"Don't be upset, baby girl. I apologize for inadvertently spoiling your mood. Why don't you leave early? I'll join you at the Ricci mansion. And remember, don't forget to take your bodyguards with you; they'll ensure your safety inside the house. You know I don't want to take any chances," Leonardo suggested, his protective nature shining through.

"Oh, come on, Leonardo! Now you're being excessively possessive. It's my parents' house, the place where I spent my entire life before marrying you," Sofia argued, her emotions fueling her response.

"Don't argue with me, angel. Just trust me and do as I say. And if you refuse to take the bodyguards with you, I won't allow you to go to your parents' house," Leonardo retorted, his tone conveying an arrogant and overbearing demeanor. Sofia felt her frustration grow. How could he presume to decide everything in her life?

Sofia chose to remain silent, her silence serving as a means of self-preservation. She didn't want to engage in a fruitless argument.

"Angel, do you agree?" Leonardo inquired once again, seeking her compliance.

"Okay, fine. I will take them with me," Sofia conceded, her voice tinged with defeat. She knew that if she defied his wishes, he would cancel their plans, and that was the last thing she wanted. After all, she longed to see her father. Despite his shortcomings, he was still her father, and her love for him endured, despite everything.

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her veins, causing her heart to beat loudly in her chest. She knew her family never truly embraced her, and

the Ricci mansion, Sofia's nervousness intensified. She had always been apprehensive in the presence of her family, a habit that could not be easily shed in just a few days. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that she was now Mrs. Morelli, no longer needing to

and courteously held the door open for her. Stepping out of the car and placing her feet on the ground, Sofia's gaze fixed upon the imposing house. Memories flooded her mind, recalling the tumultuous

Emma and Carlo seated alongside Uncle Mak and Aunt Lana. Uncle Mak, her father's stepbrother, shared a close bond with the family. However, Sofia couldn't fathom why Uncle Mak and Aunt Lana had always harbored a dislike toward her. They had never

approached Sofia. "Sofia, my dear, I'm thrilled that you came," she exclaimed, her eyes briefly shifting to the two bodyguards who followed Sofia

outside and wait. This is my home,

to accompany Mrs. Morelli everywhere," one of the bodyguards responded respectfully, adhering

bodyguards following you inside your own house? How could there be

sank as she felt

all, she had grown up here and knew it to be a safe haven. With a heavy sigh, Sofia turned towards the bodyguards, her voice filled with a mix of discomfort and resolve. "Please wait outside. I don't require any

moment.

bodyguards responded, "But, ma'am, we have orders to accompany you

mounted, and she spoke with a slightly raised voice, her patience

am telling you to stay outside. I don't want you to follow me into my father's house.

momentarily unsure of how to proceed. Finally, they relented. "Okay, ma'am. We

hand and led her toward the sitting area, a warm smile gracing her

who is here to welcome you back home. I invited Mak and Lana. I thought you'd

Mak

as they

smile. Lana stepped forward,

Sofia in

aback by this affectionate gesture, unaccustomed to such warmth from her family members on her father's side. Apart from her grandmother, few others had

home, Sofia. I'm delighted to see you. You look absolutely beautiful," Lana exclaimed, her