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198. Stop Being Romantic

Penulis: Angela Lynn Carver
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-02-07 10:42:26

Lucas lay beside Amy, his hands folded behind his head as he gazed up at the stars projected above them. The soft hum of the planetarium filled the air, but all he could focus on was the quiet rhythm of Amy’s breathing beside him.

He felt at peace. No expectations and no responsibilities here. Just him and his Harpy.

He turned his head slightly, glancing at her. She looked mesmerized by the stars, her eyes reflecting the soft light of the projection. Her lips were slightly parted as if she were drinking at the moment, and Lucas felt something tighten in his chest.

“I think this is the calmest I’ve ever seen you,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Amy turned her head to look at him, an amused glint in her eyes. “Are you trying to tell me again I talk too much?”

Lucas chuckled. “Oh, absolutely.”

Amy laughed softly, shaking her head. “I guess I do talk too much. I am sorry if it bothers you. I can’t help it sometimes. I promise I will try to be more quiet.”

Lucas frowned sl
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  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   301. Trying

    The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse.Suzi stepped in cautiously, her fingers still curled around Max’s.The place was beautiful with floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the far wall, bathing the room in golden light. Marble floors gleamed beneath her sneakers. Sleek furniture in soft grays and creams filled the open floor plan, accented with gold and glass. It didn’t look like a home. It looked like something out of a magazine.She froze just inside the threshold.Max let go of her hand without a word and set her bag down gently by the wall.“You okay?” he asked after a moment.She nodded, even though her throat felt too tight to speak.Max took a slow breath, then gave her a crooked smile. “I hope you like it. But don’t get too attached because I plan to buy a real house for us.”Suzi didn’t know how to respond to that. So she didn’t. She took a few more steps inside, her arms wrapped around her middle.“Come on,” he said, his voice gentle. “Let me show you th

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   300. Wrong Dress

    Suzi watched Max scroll through a tablet with curiosity.“What do you feel like eating?” he asked, tapping the screen. “They’ve got pancakes, waffles, eggs, fruit, some kind of hipster avocado situation…”“Toast,” she said quietly. “With jam.”Max looked up, grinning. “Adventurous.”She shrugged one shoulder, clutching the sheet tighter. “And maybe some fruit. Strawberries, if they have them.”He nodded and added it to the order without comment.Suzi sat up, slowly, holding the sheet to her chest like armor. Her body ached. She couldn’t believe they had sex again.Max caught the motion and glanced her way. His smile softened. He didn’t make a joke. Didn’t tease. He just said, “We can take it easy today. Stay in. Watch bad movies. Or nap. Whatever you want.”Suzi looked away. That was the problem, wasn’t it? He kept asking what she wanted, like it mattered.She wasn’t used to it.After a pause, she asked, “Are you always like this?”Max tilted his head. “Like what?”“Nice.”His brows l

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   299. Greedy

    Suzi didn’t know what to make of this man. It still didn’t feel real. None of it did.Her. Suzi Myers. Picking a house? With clawfoot tubs and window seats and someone who actually cared what she wanted?But then again, she was no longer Susan Myers. She was Mrs. Susan Costello.“I…” Her voice was thin. Wispy. “I want a bookshelf. One of those tall ones. That goes all the way to the ceiling.”Max was quiet beside her.“And one of those front porches with a swing. Not the fancy kind. Just a simple one. Big enough to sit and read.”Max was still silent, but when she glanced over, his jaw was tight. His eyes were on her.“You think I’m silly,” she whispered.“No, I think you are cute,” he said.Her lips parted, but no words came out.She looked away quickly, heart pounding, afraid she’d start crying if she looked at him too long.She wasn’t supposed to have this. People like her didn’t get fairytale endings, didn’t get clawfoot tubs and porch swings and a man who said things like “our ho

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   298. Pick a House

    Max couldn’t take his eyes off her.God, she was beautiful when she laughed. Not because she looked perfect, but because it was real. Unfiltered. Like she forgot to be scared for just a second.“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered between hiccups of laughter, pulling the blanket up over her face.“Like what?” he asked, voice low, still smiling.“Like…that,” she said through the blanket.Max tilted his head, a slow grin curling across his lips. “You mean like I just watched a baby deer learn how to salsa dance?”A beat of silence.Then a muffled snort from under the blanket.He grinned wider. “Because that’s kind of what it feels like watching you giggle.”Suzi’s hands clutched the blanket tighter. The blanket crept higher, covering half her face again.Max winced. Oh no, she was retreating again. He said too much.Damn it. He decided to shift gears. “I will turn out the light so you can get some sleep.”“I am not tired anymore,” she muttered from inside the blanket.He raised an

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   297. Snaughle

    She was taking forever.Max lay sprawled across the bed, one arm tossed dramatically over his face, the other draped across the empty spot where Suzi used to be. Still warm. Still her. And he hated how much he already missed it.He cracked an eye open, squinting toward the bathroom door.Still closed, still quiet.Maybe she was crying. Or maybe she just needed a second. He remembered how fragile she’d looked before she fell asleep, like the weight of the world had finally exhaled through her lungs.So naturally, he had to go check on her.“Just go away, please,” she had told him. “I’ll be right out.”He waited a beat. Let it hang between them. Then, lightly: “Okay. But if I die from missing you, it’s your fault.”No response.He let it be.Back at the bed, he flopped onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh.The bathroom door creaked open after a few minutes.Suzi stood there wearing her robe, looking flushed. “I’m not talking to you,” she mumbled.He held up both hands, mock-innocent.

  • The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride   296. Stealth Escape

    Suzi passed out cold.One second, she was clinging to him, still trembling from the aftershocks, and the next, she just…melted. Her head lolled to the side, her breathing turned soft and shallow, and her lashes fluttered shut like a worn-out butterfly finally at rest.Max whispered, “Suzi?”No answer.His heart stuttered until he felt the steady rise and fall of her chest under his palm. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.“She actually passed out,” he murmured to no one in particular.It was kind of cute, actually. A little hilarious. Mostly beautiful. He reached up and brushed a damp strand of hair off her forehead. Her lips were slightly parted, cheeks still pink, and her skin glowed with that faint flush of exhaustion.“You wrecked me,” he whispered. “Then fell asleep like a damn angel.”Carefully, he pulled back just enough to slide out of her, hissing quietly through his teeth at the slick heat that clung to him. She whimpered in her sleep, but didn’t wake. Max soot

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