The Mafia's Dangerous Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Amora's body froze in place, her eyes squeezed shut for several moments as her heart raced uncontrollably. She cursed herself inwardly for being caught by Regis before she could leave the scene. "Amora?" Regis's sharp gaze narrowed as he spotted her back, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. "What are you doing lurking over there, hm? Were you peeping on me?" Immediately, Amora turned to face him. "W-Who’s peeping?!" she retorted, her eyes refusing to glance down. She was afraid of seeing something she shouldn’t. "Oh, really? Because that perverted look on your face says otherwise. Still want to deny it?" Regis teased, wiping the water off his face. Amora clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding in frustration at having given him an opportunity to mock her. "Your eyes must be blurry!" she shot back, her emotions boiling over. But she didn't want to linger there for a verbal sparring match with him. She stomped her feet and intended to head back inside, but in her haste, she bum

‘Why does he have to show up at a time like this?’ Amora thought, her heart racing.Her eyes watched Regis anxiously, worried he might realize she had just seen something she shouldn't have.She gulped hard as she took in the sight before her. Regis had just showered, wearing only a towel covering him from the waist down.“C-can't you put on some clothes first before asking me anything?” Amora stammered nervously.She tried to distract Regis from the item she was currently trying to hide with her foot.Amora hoped he wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Regis's sharp gaze easily read the situation. He looked down, his thick eyebrows knitting together when he saw what she was trying to hide.“What’s under your foot, Amora?” he asked, stepping closer.“N-nothing,” she replied, shifting her foot back and stepping on the soft package beneath it.Amora winced inside, cursing her luck. There was no way to escape now since Regis had bent down in front of her.He reached for

‘What does he mean? Is he indirectly confessing something?’ Amora’s mind raced in confusion.Her face immediately lowered. She didn’t want Regis to see the blush spreading across her cheeks.Amora glanced at Regis from the corner of her eye. He looked so calm as if nothing was happening. ‘Maybe I’m just overthinking this,’ she thought, sighing quietly.Amora hoped Regis would finish applying the ointment quickly.A few seconds later, Regis’s fingers stopped moving. However, he didn’t release his hand from Amora’s fist. His sharp gaze fell on the left side of her temple, where an old scar was visible.Regis knew that the scar wasn’t recent; it was from a long time ago. Without thinking, his fingers brushed over the scar, causing Amora to flinch and pull away.She quickly adjusted her bangs and cleared her throat. “Thank you—”“How did you get that scar?” Regis interrupted, clearly curious. He sensed there was more to the story behind the scar.“It doesn’t seem like just a regular fall,

The morning sunlight peeked through the thin curtains in Amora's bedroom. She was still reluctant to open her eyes, burying herself deeper into the blanket. The room was still cold, even though the sun had already risen."Mom! Mom!"Rayden's shouts abruptly pulled Amora from her dream. She quickly opened her eyes and jumped out of bed. But then, her movements halted for a moment.Amora rubbed her temples to stabilize her blood pressure. Waking up too quickly had caused a sharp pain in her head."Good morning, Mommy," Rayden called as he reached her first. He climbed onto the bed and hugged his mother.Amora furrowed her brow, gently pulling away from the hug and staring closely at her son. "What's wrong, Ray? Did something happen?"A bright smile spread across Rayden's face. "I was just told to wake you up. If you don’t get up soon, I’m really going to be late," the boy said sweetly.Amora's eyes widened. Her gaze shifted to the window covered by white curtains, where the bright morni

"Good morning, Young Master," Mark greeted, already waiting at the entrance of the hotel.Regis gave a small nod. To Mark, his boss seemed unusually cheerful today compared to other days.As usual, Mark had come to pick up Regis for work, but today was different. He had another important task: taking Regis's son to school first."Looks like your new life is treating you well, Young Master," Mark said, full of admiration.One of Regis’s eyebrows shot up, and he gave Mark a sharp look. "It's not like you to be curious about my personal life, Mark. Why? Did my father ask you to report on me again?" he questioned.Mark quickly bowed his head. "No, Young Master. I haven't received any orders from him. I haven’t told him anything about Madam or the Little Master," he replied, defending himself.Regis smirked, patting Mark’s shoulder. "No need to be that scared. Do I look like I’m about to kill you?"Mark raised his head, though, despite Regis’s words, the smile on his face still held a dead