Alle Kapitel von Lust Of The Mafia's Lord: Kapitel 191 – Kapitel 200

"Arren, what's happening?" Clark asked curiously. Arren suddenly froze, not even shifting her gaze from the window facing the street. "What's wrong?" Clark turned to look behind, trying to figure out who captured Arren's attention to the point where she didn't respond to his calls.Clark found nothing. "Arren..." he called again. This time, Clark flicked his fingers on Arren's face, trying to snap her out of the blank stare."Ah!" Arren startled. She snapped back into awareness, but her expression changed. "Clark, I think I need to go," she said abruptly. She wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and began to rise from her chair. Her steps were almost stumbling, showing her urgency."Arren, what's happening to you?" Clark grabbed her hand before she could go any further. "Let me come with you," he pleaded. Clark sensed that something was amiss with Arren, and he needed to find out what."I-I'm meeting an old friend. You go home first, alright?" Arren regained composure. However

Leon was surprised to find that the other side of the bed, which should have been his place to sleep, was now wet with... an odd liquid!"What is this, blood?" Leon wondered, as its color was red, the liquid quite thick, and had a distinctly unpleasant smell."Arren! What happened?" Leon couldn't contain himself; he shouted in fear. Leon wasn't usually afraid, but of course, this wasn't an ordinary situation. "Are you okay?!" Leon shook Arren's body. She just grunted angrily and pushed away Leon's hand."I'm on my period! So, go sleep somewhere else!" she snapped."A—Arren...." Leon didn't expect Arren to be so cold. What's wrong with her?"Sorry, Arren. Did I do something wrong?" Leon asked gently. Now he softly stroked Arren's hair, which covered part of the bed. His slow gestures almost extinguished the resentment in Arren's heart from the incident earlier that afternoon."Ah!" Arren roughly pushed away his hand. She was like a sensitive, growling yet adorable cat."Arren…," Leon ca

"Oh, no," Arren denied, although her eyes suggested otherwise. She continued to watch the woman as if wanting to tear her apart right then and there.The cafe still seemed lively, even the woman suspected by Arren didn't seem to pay her any attention. Arren squeezed the napkin in her hand as if it were the embodiment of the woman Leon was suspected of having an affair with.Suspected? Weren't they having an affair behind her back?"Arren..." Clark tried to call her again. Arren seemed to pay attention to nothing but the woman in the floral dress who had been on her radar. "Do you want more cake?" Clark asked, as if not wanting to delve into the topic of the woman further."No," Arren shook her head. This time, she just placed the napkin aside, and Arren seemed to rise from her chair. "I want to go to the bathroom," she said.Clark nodded. Arren walked away for a moment. Her heart still pounded uncontrollably, unable to forget the moment when the unknown woman kissed her husband right i

The anonymous voice echoed throughout the room, creating shockwaves that hit Leon suddenly. His steps, initially intending to enter the corridor, came to a halt. Leon's eyes searched for the source of the mysterious voice, but he found nothing!"Reveal yourself!" Leon shouted, remaining vigilant about potential dangers. His gaze swept every unseen corner. Among the shelves of ancient books, Leon finally saw an old man holding a rifle, unwavering in his gaze."Leave this place!" he shouted, pointing the weapon, hoping Leon would be scared and refrain from entering the forbidden area.Leon raised both his hands, signaling that he wasn't a threat. "I don't want trouble, sir," he said politely. However, the old man with the rifle didn't seem to ease his guard. He continued to advance, and Leon was forced to step back — if he didn't want to die at the hands of this unnamed person."Who are you?" he asked, somewhat threateningly. His words seemed not meant to be answered straightforwardly; r

Leon kept his promise to himself after attending the council meeting. He headed to the most expensive and delicious bakery in the city center to buy a special treat for his wife. "I hope Arren likes it," mumbled Leon as he arrived at his car after wrapping a small tray of sweet and tangy strawberry cakes. According to Leon, the cakes looked delicious. Hopefully, Arren felt the same way.The car drove towards Mansion Rossie after navigating through the busy area all day. It was 7 p.m., and the lights of the mansion were brightly lit.Leon, with a tired expression, got out of the car. His stamina had decreased after traveling to various distant locations. He started unbuttoning his shirt and continued towards the room. Maybe his wife was waiting for him there. Leon thought about the happiness it brought him.Leon walked somewhat wearily, feeling the fatigue in his body after a full day of activities. The night air felt cool on his skin, providing relief after the sun's intense rays. Str