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.

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 had to find out where

eased the tension in my heart. "Good morning,

the better of her, and she inquired about the phone call. "Who was that?" she asked, sensing

my mom calling this morning," I disclosed, trying to keep my emotions in

her trying to

I revealed the reason for my mother's call, "Yeah, my mom wanted me to meet some girls." I observed Bella's reaction closely, hoping for

and her countenance became blank and unreadable. Her eyes, usually so

her phone, as if the

don't want to ask me why my mum wanted me to meet those girls?" I

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.

up inside me. "Do you really not care if my mother wants me to marry

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

wants it too," she stated, causing my frustration

mix of desperation and vulnerability, I couldn't hold

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

but I had to take the chance. I was willing to set aside my pride and beg her

not what I

school want to complete my studies want to make my career first. Ioan't think about settling down in my teenage years. It would be better if you listen

felt was overwhelming. She seemed unfazed, as if my happiness meant little to her. I was at a loss for words, my

that?" I asked,

wanting to understand just how much

always a practical guy who thinks from the brain, not from the heart. It's obvious that we can't continue this relationship after marriage,"