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 dinner," I said, my voice gentle yet urging. I wanted him

have to wait for me, sweetheart," Alex spoke, his gaze locking with mine. Concern laced his words, a

replied, a hint of affection in my voice. "Now go and hurry up." Playfully, I nudged

eyes lingered on him appreciatively, captivated by his casual allure. A pang of hunger mixed with desire coursed through

as the steam rose into the air. Alex reached into the fridge,

down

our forks against the plates mingled with the

the delectable pasta elicited pleasurable moans from Alex's lips. "Ummmm, it's yum. You make the best spaghetti in the whole world,"

chewing slowly

flavors.

glinted in my eyes as I raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Really? It's

it. His eyes locked with mine, filled with adoration. "That's really delicious, Sarah. Tell your mom she's a culinary genius," he