Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 468 He Is Over Possessivel

"Hey, hubby. Dinner's ready. When will you be home?" I pressed send and anxiously awaited his response.

A few moments later, my phone buzzed, and I eagerly unlocked it to read Alex's reply. "Still stuck at the office. Give me an hour, and I'll be there.

Sorry, love." I couldn't help but sigh, a mix of disappointment and understanding. It seemed like the demands of his work were never-ending.

With a heavy heart, I placed the plates of steaming spaghetti in the microwave to keep them warm. The television became my temporary distraction as I aimlessly flicked through the channels, searching for something to capture my attention. But my mind remained fixated on Alex's delayed arrival.

Exactly an hour later, the sound of the front door creaking open broke through the silence, causing me to leap to my feet. In a flurry of anticipation, I switched off the TV and hurried to the entryway, catching sight of Alex as he stepped through the doorway. His eyes sparkled with exhaustion, but his face brightened at the sight of me.

I couldn't resist the urge to wrap my arms around him, embracing him tightly. Taking his bag and jacket, I flashed a warm smile. "Hey, princess!" Alex's voice was a soft murmur as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

up soon. I am warming up dinner," I said, my voice gentle yet urging. I wanted him to relax and unwind

sweetheart," Alex spoke, his gaze locking with

like to wait for you," I replied, a hint of affection in my voice. "Now go and hurry up." Playfully, I nudged

appreciatively, captivated by his casual allure. A pang of hunger mixed with desire coursed through me, causing me to mentally

on the table, their savory aroma intensifying as the steam rose into the air. Alex reached into the fridge, extracting two cold beers. With a smile, he handed one to me,

sat down to eat, the

forks against the plates mingled

from Alex's lips. "Ummmm, it's yum. You make the best spaghetti in the whole world,"

chewing slowly to savor

flavors.

glinted in my eyes as I raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Really? It's my mom's recipe," I confessed, delighting

and brought it to his lips, placing a tender kiss on it. His eyes locked with mine,