Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 439 His Proposal *Bella*

As Ryder's heartfelt confession hung in the air, my eyes widened, absorbing the weight of his words. My mind became a whirlwind of emotions, trying to decipher the true depth of his intentions. Did he view me as just a friend, or was there something more blossoming

between us?

"I feel a difference when we're together, and I believe you feel it too," Ryder asserted, leaving a pause in his speech, eagerly awaiting my response. My heart raced, and I found myself at a loss for words, the intensity of the moment rendering me speechless. As he continued, his voice softened, laced with sincerity, "Bella, we have undeniable chemistry... and it's led me to a point where I never thought I'd ask you to move in with me."

I gasped, my heart skipping a beat, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat. The gravity of his proposition sank in, and I struggled to process the depth of his feelings for me. "What are you saying, Ryder?" I managed to stammer, my voice betraying both surprise and apprehension.

"Bella, look," he began, locking his gaze with mine, "we are incredibly compatible." His touch was tender as he gently trailed a finger along my cheek, sending electric shivers down my spine. "We understand each other on a level that few people do. We never judge one another. Why don't we give ourselves a chance?"

A swirl of conflicting emotions washed over me. I wanted to believe him, to believe in the connection we shared, but doubt lingered in my mind. "But Ryder," I hesitated, shaking my head in disbelief, "you've never believed in relationships, and I've always dreamed of finding a happily ever after. How can we truly be compatible?"

Ryder's expression softened, recognizing the validity of my concerns. "I know, sweetheart," he acknowledged, his voice carrying a mix of understanding and determination. "But we can find a way to make it work. That's why I'm suggesting you move in with me. Let's see where this could lead us," he urged, his words filled with hope and sincerity.

tugged in different directions, torn between the familiar comfort of our friendship and the tantalizing prospect of taking a chance on something more profound. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and I knew that whatever decision I made could change the course of

filled with uncertainty. "I value my simple life, and moving in with you would bring a lot of complications. The media constantly follows you, and I don't want that kind of attention in my life." The thought of being hounded by the media, like they do with Ryder

closer. His words were comforting, but I couldn't help but be cautious. "You know, Bella, I've never asked any girl to move in with me.

to crumble as I found it increasingly difficult to resist this incredibly attractive man. He

intentionally hurt me. Ryder, still holding my waist, lifted me up in the

on the ground and

giggle, his sweetness and genuine excitement

I have to be honest, my parents would never approve of this kind of relationship. They are quite conservative," I confessed, nervously biting my lower lip. My parents held traditional values when it came to dating and living together. While they had no issue with my friendship

He gently cupped my face in his hand, his touch

by the moment as he placed his finger in my mouth. The sensation sent a surge of electricity through my body, igniting a desire that radiated from within. I instinctively sucked

swirling within me. Seductively, he licked his lips, intensifying the charged atmosphere between us. Opening my eyes, I could see that he

it with a soft sound. He kissed me again, his tongue coaxing my lips to part and grant him access to my mouth. When I opened my lips, he swiftly slid his tongue in, engaging in a

but moan softly into his mouth. Ryder lifted me effortlessly in his arms, never breaking our

me to lie down, and as he positioned himself above me, he stared into my eyes, captivating me completely. His gaze was filled with desire, causing my breath to catch in my throat as I yearned for his touch. He smirked, clearly aware of the effect he had on me. With a gentle pull, he lifted me slightly to unzip my gown, allowing it to slide down my shoulders and gracefully fall to the floor. I lifted my ankle as he skillfully removed the dress, leaving