The Heart of the Mafia Twin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The gentle warmth of Alex’s touch stirred Klarisse from her slumber. His fingers brushed against her forehead, checking for any lingering fever. Her heart raced, but she kept her breathing steady, her eyes firmly shut as if still caught in the grips of sleep. She wasn’t ready to face him, not yet—not after last night.The silence in the room was deafening. Alex’s movements were careful, deliberate, as if afraid to disturb her. He smoothed the blanket over her and adjusted the pillow under her head with a tenderness that sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over her. Klarisse’s mind replayed every moment of the night before—the kisses, the emotions they had both struggled to suppress, and the undeniable connection that had sparked between them.But now, in the stark light of day, she didn’t know how to face it—or him.She heard Alex sigh quietly, his weight shifting on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t rushing her awake. Instead, he seemed content to sit there, his presence a reas

The morning was quiet, with a light mist clinging to the grounds as Klarisse and Alex prepared to leave for the Fowls’ estate. Neither spoke much during the drive, the weight of Klarisse’s revelation still lingering between them. Klarisse had her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery. Alex, sensing her unease, reached out and gently placed a hand over hers. “You don’t have to do this alone anymore,” he said softly, his voice carrying a quiet reassurance. Klarisse turned to him, her eyes glistening with gratitude. She gave him a small nod and whispered, “Thank you.” When they arrived at the Fowls’ mansion, the sprawling estate felt eerily still. Klarisse led the way, her steps deliberate but hesitant. The path to Klara’s resting place was secluded, hidden behind a grove of trees on the eastern side of the property. The gravesite was simple but elegant, surrounded by neatly trimmed bushes and adorned with fresh flowers, which Klarisse recognized as

Klarisse’s hands gripped the steering wheel as she pulled into the driveway, the engine humming softly before she turned it off. Her mind was spinning. She had spent the entire drive home replaying her last conversation with Maxine, wondering if there was something she’d missed—some hidden clue about where Maxine’s heart truly lay. She leaned back in her seat, staring out at the Robinson mansion looming before her. Despite her efforts, Maxine hadn’t picked up her calls. Klarisse wasn’t even sure why she was trying to contact her, but there was a pull—a need to understand Maxine’s perspective, to make sense of everything before speaking with Alex. The last time Maxine came to the café felt like a lifetime ago, yet it haunted Klarisse. Maxine’s words had been clear: *She didn’t want to be Alex’s mistress.* Maxine had said she was walking away, yet Klarisse couldn’t shake the doubt. Was Maxine truly staying away from Alex? Or was this just temporary, and her presence would resurface so

The morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of the Robinson estate’s dining room, casting a warm glow on the table set with an elegant breakfast spread. Alex and Klarisse sat side by side, their movements relaxed yet subtly attuned to each other. The previous night’s intimacy had left them both with a renewed sense of connection, and it showed in their every glance and gesture. Angela Robinson observed them from across the table, her sharp eyes flicking between her son and daughter-in-law. She had always been perceptive, and this morning, she couldn't ignore the shift in their dynamic. Alex, who usually kept his interactions with Klarisse polite but distant, now seemed attentive and engaged. Klarisse, on the other hand, appeared more at ease, her usual reserved demeanor replaced by a quiet confidence. As Bronson Robinson buttered his toast, he too noticed the subtle change. “You two seem...different this morning,” he remarked with a small smile, his tone laced with curi

Alex had always been a dependable partner, but now, as Klarisse carried their child, he had stepped into an even more protective and attentive role. He ensured that she never missed a doctor’s appointment, that she ate nutritious meals, and that she didn’t overwork herself, especially when she was at her cafe. Alex's actions were tender but firm, leaving Klarisse with little room to argue when he deemed something necessary for her well-being.Bronson and Angela, Alex’s parents, had taken this opportunity to heighten their protective measures. They insisted on assigning bodyguards to Klarisse, not just at the mansion but even when she was at her cafe. Klarisse, fiercely independent and used to handling things on her own, immediately protested against the idea."Bodyguards? At the cafe? That's ridiculous!" Klarisse exclaimed during breakfast, setting her fork down a little harder than intended. "It’s not like I’m going to be running into danger while serving coffee and pastries."Angela