Semua Bab The Mafia's Not So Fluffy Romance : Bab 41 - Bab 50

 "Mrs Turner!" Within a blink of an eye, Weylin pulled his wife by her hand, hiding behind a giant rock. Slipping his fingers into her hair, he pulled her close, causing her head to rest on his chest as if he was trying to protect her from the cruel world.  "Are you alright?!" The young master asked, his voice contoured with worry, cupping the back of her head gently.  "Y-yes," Garaine stuttered, still in a daze because of the sudden turn of events. She could feel the loud heartbeat of her husband as if his heart would jump out of his ribcage. Subconsciously, she clutched his shirt, forming wrinkles on it.  Again the gunshots were heard, making Weylin scowl.  

 "Mr Turner…" Garaine uttered as soon as Weylin left her hand upon entering their hotel room.  Weylin stopped, turning his back to his wife while the latter glanced at him, agitated. Weylin's shoulders slumped before he let out a deep breath.  "Freshen up, Mrs Turner," Weylin said in a low tone, his voice contoured with compunction. Without turning his face towards her, he continued. "It's been a long day. You should get some rest." "We need to talk," Garaine asserted, clenching her fists as she could apprehend the heavy tension in the atmosphere. She could clearly sense that her husband wasn't even a bit interested in talking to her.  "We can talk later," Weylin answered, turning

 Garaine's eyes bulged out as soon as she realized that she was held at gunpoint. Brows knitted into a deep frown, she took a step back subconsciously.  "W-who are you?" Garaine asked again, clutching onto her clothes.  Judging from the masked man's eyes, she could clearly tell that he was smirking. Within a blink of an eye, he raised the gun at forty-five degrees above her head and pulled the trigger. A petrified Garaine closed her eyes tightly, anticipating the moment. Slowly, she opened her eyes when some small particles touched her skin softly like a feather. Confetti was falling on her while there was a balloon tied just above her head which was popped by the gunshot. It seemed like it was some kind of surprise welcome. She was thrown for a loop as she glanced at the man standing in front of her. 

 "I think I am heading in the right direction," Shadow mumbled, her boots click-clunking against the hard floor as she walked in the dark path towards the secret room of Weylin.  As soon as Weylin and his bride had left for Hawaii, she sent her spies to keep an eye on the newlyweds. Her instincts kept whispering to her that something might happen. Proving the old saying 'woman instinct never fails', that night the attack on Weylin happened. No sooner had she received the news, she secretly sent a private jet so that the assassin could be brought without any slip-up.  When she thought the situation was under her control, she lost track of the assassin after the jet landed in England. Weylin's men took the charge of an assassin, hiding him efficiently from the entire world. Taking for a ride, Weylin's men secretl

 Garaine was sitting on the floor with a kid on her lap. The kid was so little that she couldn't join the older kids. Instead, she sat on her favourite sister's lap, enjoying the scenario. All the other kids were sitting, surrounding her, playing different types of games. Lucia was helping the kids who were unable to do their activities.  It feels so comforting. It fills my heart with warmth. Garaine thought, gently stroking the soft, fluffy hands of the kid.  Suddenly, she felt a sudden emptiness in her heart as if something was missing. Unconsciously, her mind drifted somewhere else. Though she was staring at the kids, her mind wasn't there. Biting her lower lip, she wondered