Chapter Thirty Three: When a Mafia Lord Gets Jealous

If too much caring is called being jealous, then we should all be willingly happy to do so. Because with that reason alone, it will just clearly depict how much we love someone more than our own life.

Zoey is so bored, absolutely bored. It has only been ten minutes since her little sister started questioning the poor inmate but all Zoey wanted to do was to get out of there. Breathing the same air when Dionysus was just a few feet away from her was kind of suffocating for her, a death-dealing kind of torture even.

She was trying so hard not to tilt her head towards Dionysus' direction. For Zoey, it was the gravest sin she would ever commit if possible. She would literally detest herself for the rest of her life. But, who was she kidding? All of her body cells were screaming at her to snatch even a glimpse of her husband.

To lay her eyes upon his handsomeness again that no one could entirely surpass, in her opinion. She wanted to look directly at Dionysus' ocean blue eyes and get drown