บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Don's Innocent Love: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

ARTEMYThe following day had already arrived, Nona arrived bearing food. However, my appetite was nonexistent. My presence remained steadfast by Rebecca's side, where I held her closely, my touch gentle and hopeful, yearning for her to awaken from her slumber. Throughout the day, my companions, the men under my command, entered and exited the room. Brayden made attempts to persuade me into taking a shower, yet I stubbornly declined. Nona, displaying concern, offered to care for Rebecca while I rested, but I rebuffed all offers of assistance, distancing myself from their well-intentioned efforts. I spoke ceaselessly, my voice growing parched and aching. I held onto the belief that my words could somehow reach her unconscious mind and rouse her from her deep sleep.

ARTEMYAs the meadow unveiled its beauty, I paused, my back leaning against a tree. Gasping for breath, my gaze eventually settled upon Rebecca. Her back was turned, fixed upon the coursing stream. She perched upon a rock, her ebony tresses cascading freely. Running quietly, I arrived and stood next to her. She stared ahead, seemingly unaffected by my presence. Lowering my gaze to her appearance, I crave for a hint of a smile or a glint of light within her eyes. Alas, no one was following me, and the weight in my heart deepened, my stomach coiling in knots. She’s staring at the creek, without any signs of emotion. This place held significance within her memory, a hidden fragment resurfacing.

ARTEMYIn front of the nightstand, Rebecca was huddled on the floor. Resting against the wall, she curled herself protectively, her quiet sobs reverberating. It was as though she sought refuge from the world, hidden within herself. My heart constricted at the sight; she appeared so fractured, so delicate. Turning my gaze to Brayden, I detected his anguish. Shaking his head, he retreated from the room, leaving me to confront the aftermath.  Once again, my attention was drawn to Rebecca. She cowered, her face obscured by her arms. Drawing nearer, I knelt before her. "Angel," I breathed, my voice a mere whisper. Startled, her he

ARTEMYBeyond the doorway, Avim and Brayden awaited me, their presence acknowledged with a nod before we embarked on a shared journey into my office's confines. Curiosity prodded my voice, "What's the current status of Howard and Damian?" A grumbling undertone accompanied Brayden's response, "The business operations continue without impediment. Surprisingly, their competence remains intact. It seems their acumen is undiminished." Satisfied with this report, I acquiesced with a measured nod. The assurance that the enterprise's machinery hummed along as intended provided a semblance of solace. "Regarding the welfare of the women ass

ARTEMYHours blurred into a tumultuous cascade of fists and pain, a tumultuous dance of anger and self-reproach. Our collective fury at those who had wronged Rebecca found release through our relentless combat. Leon and Avim soon joined our fray. "I can barely catch my breath. I suspect I've broken something," Brayden wheezed. "Coward," Leon wheezed in retort, fighting his own battles. "You fell first, even before the rest of us," Avim quipped to Leon. With a shake of my head, I limped away from the battleground, my thoughts converging on the one I affectionately called my Angel. It was time to reunite with her.