Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 544 Let Me Heal You *Blair*

I took a deep breath as I stood in front of the door. Ever since I'd learned about Emile's betrayal, I'd been yearning to see Maddox. Unfortunately, he'd been swamped with his Beta responsibilities, and I couldn't get a moment with him. But now, the news had reached me

that he was about to leave with Zander. I couldn't wait any longer. My feet carried me to his doorstep.

I gently knocked and waited there with a pounding heart. The door slowly creaked open. A look of sheer surprise washed over Maddox's face.

"Blair?! Umm... You need something?" His voice quivered with concern, and his eyes held a mixture of shock and curiosity.

"Can I come in?" I whispered, a soft smile on my lips.

Maddox hesitated for a moment, then opened the door wide and stepped aside, granting me entry. I heard the door close softly behind me. As I entered his room, I couldn't help but inhale deeply, lost in the scent that surrounded me. It was distinctly Maddox, a blend of the forest and the refreshing aroma of rain.

My heart raced wildly with his presence so close, and I could sense his eyes on me, even without looking at him. It made me want to turn and run into his arms, but I resisted, focusing instead on the room to banish those tempting thoughts from my mind.

The room exuded an air of elegance, with its stark contrast of ivory and black furnishings. The walls stood pristine in white, absorbing the heavy silence that hung between us. Maddox stood there, his patience a testament to his unwavering composure. I took a few moments to gather my thoughts before I summoned the courage to face him.

"Maddox, I heard about Emile," I whispered, my eyes filled with empathy, searching his.

His frown deepened, and he averted his gaze.

"Blair, if you want to talk about those things, I don't have time. I have to leave in a

few hours, and I have to pack and prepare for it," he said with a curt edge, striding purposefully to the table where maps and notes sprawled like a cartographer's

assorted belongings lay scattered on his bed, a visual indicator of

me on that tousled bed, a fantasy that drew an involuntary hitch in my breath. Panic seized me, and I shook my head vigorously to dispel the

intricate details of the map. However, his grip on the pencil in his hand tightened painfully, indicating his inner

I declared, my

tempest of fury, his anger palpable

up at the unjust blame he seemed to cast

But you have me!

both are mates, and the Moon Goddess has done this," I

my

a good situation to mess up

eyes darkening dangerously. There

vulnerability beneath his toughenet

a silent plea

understanding.

Emile's betrayal had inflicted wounds that ran deep, and I could see the fractures in Maddox's

murmured, my gaze softening with

vulnerability hung in the air as I

I admitted, a quiet resolve in my voice as my hand rose, trembling from hesitation slightly, to make contact with

veins. His reaction was palpable - a sudden jolt, an

distance between us, our gazes looking in

understanding. Summoning el

of our connection, the undeniable bond of mates, lingered in the air like