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.

I found myself grappling with conflicting emotions. The pressure she exerted to get 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 Bella, our relationship felt uncertain, and I knew she wasn't ready to take

out where we stood and

morning, Ryder!" she greeted me, and I couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her

inquired about the phone call. "Who was that?" she

calling this morning," I disclosed, trying to keep my

see her trying to read my face.

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

and unreadable. Her eyes, usually so expressive, turned cold and distant, making it difficult to gauge her true

as if the topic was of no consequence to

my disappointment, "You don't want to ask me why my mum wanted me to meet those girls?" I yearned for her to show some concern, to

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

care if my mother wants me

and matter-of-fact. "Why should it bother

family wants it too," she stated, causing

of desperation and vulnerability,

with you," I confessed shamelessly, my heart laid bare before her. I knew she might not fully

chance. I was willing to set aside my

was not what I

first. Ioan't think about settling down in my teenage years. It would be better if you listen

her. I was at a loss for words, my heart aching

you know that?" I asked, trying to gauge her emotions. She nodded, confirming my

me?" I questioned, wanting to understand just how much

heart. It's obvious that we can't continue this