บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Don's Innocent Love: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

ARTEMYRebecca's eyes were captivated by the breathtaking beauty before her, but all I could see was her. The sight of her small yet sweet smile illuminated her entire face, radiating excitement and pure happiness. Her vibrant green eyes shimmered with joy, her cheeks tinged with a gentle flush. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, completely mesmerized by her beauty in that moment. As she tilted her head upward, closing her eyes, I hesitated, taking a step closer and then pausing. Swallowing the overwhelming emotions constricting my throat, I averted my gaze and focused straight ahead. Both of us stood in silence for a while, and an inexplicable sense of nervousness washed over me. This place held a sacred significance for me. Since my mother's passing, I sought solace here day after day, desperately attempting to clear my mind.

REBECCAI lay in my cozy bed, engrossed in the captivating pages of the book I was reading. Suddenly, my door swung open without warning, jolting me upright and causing the book to slip from my grasp, silently landing on the mattress. My heart pounded against my chest, its rhythm loud and erratic. In walked Lynda, her face beaming with excitement, clutching a magnificent bouquet of delicate pink and white flowers in her hands. "Artemy got you flowers!" she exclaimed. Again? My eyes widened as she approached, allowing me a closer look at the exquisite blooms. I eagerly extended my hand, my heart dancing with anticipation. Lynda handed me the flowers, and I couldn't help but gasp. They were simply breathtaking—far more stunning

ArtemyMy eyes widened in alarm, and I swiftly rose to my feet, causing Bernadette to lose her balance and stumble backward. "What happened?" I demanded, a sense of panic creeping into my voice. Lynda took a deep breath, briefly glancing at Bernadette before responding. "She twisted her ankle badly and can't walk. She's in her room." I uttered a curse under my breath, hastily leaving my office behind. Making my way to Rebecca's room, I discovered that the door was already ajar. Without hesitation, I stepped inside. "Rebecca?" I called out, and her form shifted on the bed, sitting up as soon as she recognized my voice. Despite her attempt to appear composed, a flicker of discomfort crossed her face, evident in the crease on her fore

Rebecca"How much longer do I have to keep this charade going?" I questioned, the weariness evident in my voice. Lynda settled herself next to me, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. "You have to make him work for it," she replied calmly. "I don't think I can maintain this facade any longer," I confessed, the weight of the situation pressing on me. "Just a little while longer," Lynda reassured me, her words carrying a glimmer of hope. Ever since the Bernadette incident, Lynda had taken it upon herself to lecture me for hours on end, outlining the dos and don'ts of my interactions with Artemy. Each day became a constant struggle to appear indifferent in his presence.

Rebecca"Lynda burst into my room, her face contorted in a pout. 'They're leaving!' she exclaimed. “Milandro said they'll be gone for a few days.” I straightened up, my eyes widening with concern. “Even Artemy?” I asked. She nodded, her pout deepening. “Yeah.” A heavy silence settled between us. I had seen Artemy last night, but he hadn't uttered a word about this. Just the thought of being without him made my heart ache. It had been a magical week since our first kiss in the piano room. During the day, he would whisk me away to the creek, and at night, we would spend hours together. He showered me with affection, stealing kisses a