Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 478 Rejecting A Playboy

Ryder's

POV.

At 9:00 a.m. on a lazy Sunday morning, my peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by the incessant ringing of my phone. I groggily reached for it, wondering who could possibly be disturbing me at this ungodly hour. To my delight, Bella stirred in my arms, her tiny meows adding a touch of charm to the waking chaos.

I carefully placed Bella on the pillow, ensuring her continued comfort, before reluctantly sitting up to answer the call. The screen displayed my mother's face, which meant it was likely to be something important. I swiped the answer button and, slipping my feet into slippers, made my way to the balcony, hoping to maintain some tranquility around Bella's sleeping form.

"Hey mum! What's up? Why did you have to call so early on a Sunday morning?" I questioned, attempting to sound both concerned and slightly annoyed.

"Ryder, I've sent some pictures of the daughters from reputable families to your number. Take a look and choose one of them. I'll set up a date for you," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

I sighed internally, not wanting to be part of any matchmaking endeavors. "Mum, I really don't want to meet any girl, and you know that," I protested, hoping she would understand my reluctance.

Her response was one of surprise and concern. "Are you alright, Ryder?

Refusing to meet a girl? What's gotten into you? This isn't just an ordinary date. I want you to choose a girl and get married. You're turning 29, and it's

time for you to settle down and start a family," she insisted, her determination evident in her voice.

"Mum, come on. I'm still too young to get married," I argued, trying to reason with her.

She played her trump card, appealing to my emotions. "Oh no, son. I'm getting older, and I want to see you settled down before time slips away. Please, consider my feelings," she pleaded, making it harder for me to resist. "Mum! Now you're emotionally blackmailing me," I retorted, a mix of exasperation and affection in my tone.

me married was stressful, and I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh as I pondered my predicament. As much as I wanted to believe in a future with

to find out where we

that momentarily eased the tension in my heart. "Good morning, Ryder!" she greeted me, and I couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her forehead affectionately. "Morning, baby girl," I replied

the phone call. "Who was that?" she

calling this morning," I

concern was evident, and I could see her trying to read

call, "Yeah, my mom wanted me to meet some girls." I observed Bella's reaction closely, hoping for some indication of how she

she masked her emotions, and her countenance became blank and unreadable. Her eyes, usually so expressive, turned cold and distant, making it difficult to gauge her true feelings. I tried to delve

if the topic was of no consequence

ask me why my mum wanted me to meet those girls?" I yearned for her to show some concern, to exhibit a desire to

response was surprisingly indifferent, as if she had detached herself from the situation entirely. "No. I mean, it's between you and your mum," she replied nonchalantly, her words cutting through me like ice. "Who am I to interfere? That's your life, and you are free to live it as you want,"

bubbling up inside me. "Do you really not care if my mother wants me to marry a girl of her

shocked me, as she remained calm and matter-of-fact. "Why should it bother me? We are not committed. We are not in a

get married, and your family wants it too,"

desperation and vulnerability, I couldn't hold

shamelessly, my heart laid bare before her. I knew she

the chance. I was willing to set aside

not what

mad? Ryder, I am still in school want to complete my studies want to make my career first. Ioan't think about settling down in my teenage years. It

little to her. I was at a loss for words, my heart aching with the realization that our paths might

know that?" I asked, trying to

wanting to understand just

never expected this from you. You were always a practical guy who thinks from the brain, not from the heart. It's obvious that we