Taming The Mafia King's Little Assassin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 16

Utterly baffled, Nathan's frown was purely evident with the grim contortion of his features.He lowered his sight to her motionless body in his arms, clinging tightly to him in subconsciousness.Surely, he couldn't help but notice the empty tray and a tumbled mug at the far end that had rolled to a stop.His gaze immediately got replaced with something hardened as he sent it right to the very door that was adjacent to his.He stared at the fragile body in his hold and his narrowed brows straightened into pity.Nathan adjusted her figure before bending down and scooping her securely in his arm.He heard her soft and barely audible whimpers and moans of pain.He knew she was in serious agony, but he was confused as to how and what happened.Not thinking much, Nathan gently lowered her to his bed. He watched with a worried sigh how she rolled to the other side, her face crumbled into a grimace.Not long before she slowly rolled back, and she seemed to be mouthing something he was not abl

Eyes widened as they clashed with the venomous glare directed at her.Alyssa was first of all shocked. It was written on her face.‘Does he know?’‘How did he find out?’‘When did he…?’“It's you,” Her mind had already gone haywire before she heard him say.Already shaken, a gulp passed through her throat before she nodded, “Yes, it's me,” her voice flowed in whispers.“Sorry to scare you…” Nathan paused when he realized her wrist was still encased in his grip.He instantly let it go without finishing his statement.Just then, he flickered his gaze away almost immediately, looking flustered.Alyssa blinked, noticing his weird behavior.She speculated it might be he was suspecting.However, in the next second, it was her turn to be more flustered and embarrassed when she realized that she had forgotten to properly fix the shirt she wore.At this very moment, she felt like slapping herself on the face for her foolishness.Her bare shoulder and chest were purely exposed.Without waiting

His torrid glare pierced the door. And the visible flexing of his jaw muscles made a promise to Alyssa that today would be a day she wouldn't ever forget.Even as exhilarated as she was due to the succession of her plans slowly unfolding, she could not fight the tiny terror he ignited in her guts.His anger that once disappeared—now back, silently spoke volumes and she felt it.A lump sank into her throat. Out of terror, her feet moved from where they were to go to get the door.“I'll get it,” surprisingly, he stopped her.And strode over himself.Without hesitating, he took the knob and pulled the door.Alyssa couldn't see who it was because his tall build had shielded the person at the other end.She stood still, but she was able to hear what the person had to relay.Hearing the message, she was puzzled if she was supposed to be happy, or…frightened.“The Old Mistress seeks your presence, Young Master Nathan,” surely, this is what the person outside the door has said.Alyssa's eyes