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.

mother hung up, 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

find out where we stood and

there was Bella, emerging from the bathroom with a bright smile 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 tenderly, grateful for her

inquired about the phone

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

was evident, and I could see her trying

"Yeah, my mom wanted me to meet some girls."

eyes, usually so expressive, turned cold and distant, making it difficult to gauge her true feelings. I tried to delve into her mysterious eyes,

in her phone, as if the topic was of no consequence

to ask me why my mum wanted me to

"No. I mean, it's between you and your mum," she replied nonchalantly, her words cutting through me like ice. "Who am

if my mother wants me to marry a girl of her choice?

remained calm and matter-of-fact. "Why should it bother me?

your family wants it too," she stated, causing my frustration

of desperation and vulnerability, I couldn't hold

"Bella, I want to settle down with you," I confessed shamelessly, my heart laid bare

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

response was not what I

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 to your family and get married to a girl of their

was at a loss for words, my heart aching

know that?" I asked, trying to

me?" I questioned, wanting to understand just how much she was willing to hurt

expected this from you. You were always a practical guy who thinks from the brain, not from the heart. It's obvious that we can't continue