บททั้งหมดของ Sinful Temptation: Nursing the Mafia Boss: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Roman was naturally a light sleeper. Upon hearing Rose groan in her sleep, he knew instantly that she was having a nightmare. It was endearingly innocent, and exactly like her. He found himself reaching out to her, ready to caress her shoulder and soothe her... but stopped before he could. He had already grown far too attached to her. And he was sure what they had wasn't healthy. And most importantly, he wasn't the best man for her... But he would be damned if he allowed any other man near her!While he mused, a frown on his face, she unexpectedly let out a small scream, sitting up abruptly in bed. She was frantic, breathless and in tears… almost incoherent. Her wide eyes were glassy and unfocused, and he couldn’t help but wonder what she saw. If she had seen that damned Alaric Keffer in her sleep — which was quite a valid bet, seeing as she had never had any nightmares — then he would make it his life purpose to make his torture last.He sat up in bed, and tried to soothe her almost

Roman didn’t return till late in the evening. Rose, who had been on a bench in the gardens, didn’t bother asking him how his day went. From the faint smirk on his face, she could tell that he had done what he had set out to do.“Looking as handsome and put-together as when you left,” she commented in a soft, teasing tone of voice.“As to be expected, or nah?” He retorted, his smirk broadening.“Totally,” she nodded eagerly before rising to her feet.“Why didn’t you go to bed already?” He asked as he held a hand out to her.She took it wordlessly, and didn’t hesitate to raise it to her cheek, where she shamelessly nuzzled it.“I was waiting for you,” she said after a beat.“You can return to your job whenever you’d like,” he declared as he gazed deep into her eyes.“But I thought…” she protested, and then catching on, her eyes widened.“I’d have loved to torture them some more, as they deserved it, but I know my little butterfly needs some kind of reassurance to sleep soundly.” Her eyes

Enzo’s face became immediately conflicted. But even as he saw Flora fall to the floor, in pain, unable to hold herself upright, he didn’t cave, “I can’t possibly leave you two here alone. I shot the shooter, but there might be a second one somewhere.” “Call for an ambulance then,” Rose retorted, her eyes full of tears, desperate but earnest, while pressing on Flora’s wound still. “It’s okay,” it was Flora who breathed out the response. “Everything will be okay, Rose.” “Please don’t speak,” Rose implored her, her tears spilling over, not knowing what else to do. “Keep your energy.” “Help is on the way,” Enzo deadpanned before she would willingly give him a headache. He stood over them, shielding them, his stance strong, intimidating and unyielding. Rose didn’t know how long she kept pressing on the wound, while tears made her vision blurry, but she remained strong, knowing that this was partly her fault. She was to blame for the mess that had happened. If she hadn’t asked that Fl

“Remember when we used to go window-shopping with only 10$ to our name, acting as if we owned the world, and returning home to have noodles?” Maria’s nostalgia would have tugged at Rose’s heartstrings had the circumstances been different. As it was, she couldn’t help but be wary of the one who used to be her friend. She let out a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat, which was meant to be encouraging, and Maria went on, “We were tight, and not even the devil himself would have been able to break us apart,” she shot a not so discreet look to Roman, and Rose had to refrain from voicing out her thoughts. “There were no secrets between us, and everyone envied us… The bond we had was special alright.” Roman yawned rather audibly, and Rose couldn’t help the faint smirk that played on her lips. Indeed, Maria was trying to be manipulative by bringing up the past, but Rose wasn’t about to fall for that. “Maria,” she began, stopping the woman before she could speak further, “What a

Rose watched with abject admiration – despite everything going wrong with her at that moment – how Roman kept kicking the kitchen door with fervor… She wanted to hug him for following her himself. There was so much she wanted to tell him, but sadly couldn’t. Her throat spasmed painfully. The air grew scarcer. And she began to feel faint.She wanted to claw at her clothes, in desperate need of oxygen as she was, but refused to alarm Roman some more. He was already doing the best he could. Stefan arrived just as the door to the kitchen fell apart. “Took your damned sweet time getting here,” Roman glowered at his right-hand man, his sneer wicked and promising worlds of pain. Rose’s eyes softened, seeing the worry etched on Roman’s face, obvious for all to see.“Scarlett refused to give me the keys,” Stefan told him sheepishly, a little bit of a blush creeping under his skin. “She did what?” Roman all but growled, now looking like he might just kill someone.“She put them in her bra,