The Ruthless Mafia의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

Nightroe's sapphire eyes slowly became clearer. The man stared at her; no words, except... a desire that seemed so great to continue sleeping. "Nightroe," Svanna called out, just to make sure the man would remain conscious. She felt bad seeing the man continue to close his eyes. Nightroe didn't usually act like this, but whatever had happened... she tried to understand. "Do you want to eat?" she asked quickly, before Nightroe might actually fall back asleep."I'm not hungry."The man's voice was so hoarse, it was almost inaudible; if Svanna hadn't brought her face so close to his. In front of lips that had just moved. "Not hungry doesn't mean you don't need to eat. You have to eat something, at least a little. Do you want me to make some soup?"Svanna hoped she had never cared this much. She just couldn't deny that something inside her still held the same attention as four years ago. They met; got to know each other closely; and she always emphasized one i

Svanna waved her hand in front of him. Just wanted to see if her husband would react, but he didn't. His chest looked calm, which was a good sign for her to leave; to find the bottle where the capsules Nightroe always needed were kept.Svanna found it.She immediately turned to the nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed. Occasionally she would glance back. Afraid that her hasty actions would actually disturb Nightroe.[Do you know what this medicine is?]A message was sent directly to Amira. The woman had worked at the hospital for a long time. It probably wouldn't be difficult to analyze just by looking at the photo. [Where did you get that medicine?]Then, a short reply immediately caught Svanna's attention, prompting her to place Nightroe's capsule bottle on the nightstand.[It belongs to my husband.][Well, it's just a regular painkiller. Why is your husband taking it?]Svanna's eyebrow rose high as she read Amira's reply.Regular

Svanna could feel the warm embrace of her husband's bare chest.The doctor had indeed suggested that Nightroe's wounds—covered in rough scratches—be left open to dry faster, as she had initially thought, but she had been afraid that Nightroe would feel cold. Now, they had additional ointment that needed to be applied there."Your hair smells so good."A deep, hoarse voice whispered so close to the top of Svanna's head. She didn't try to say anything more as Nightroe drew their bodies closer together, his face pressed against hers, inhaling the kiwi scent in her hair. Svanna could barely keep up with the heat rising in her own face. She was aware that her cheeks were probably red. Nightroe tended to be cruel, and when the man treated her differently... she felt she needed to adjust slowly.Blinking rapidly, Svanna reacted instinctively and pushed Nightroe's chest away from her. She looked at the man seriously. There was something important that needed to be

"Nightroe, your breakfast is ready."The first time she set foot in the room, the first thing Svanna noticed was the silence that seemed to envelop the place. Nightroe was not in the spot where he had been lying.Where had Nightroe gone?Svanna had no clue, even when she was busy in the kitchen. She wondered, could it be that he was busy with work again?Nightroe was truly difficult to understand. There were still some things Svanna didn't understand, and she thought it best to leave this place. She searched for him in every corner of the villa. There was no sound of helicopter blades, so it was most likely that Nightroe was still here. Perhaps in the living room?Svanna's steps continued with certainty in her search for her husband. The same silence. There was no indication that Nightroe had set foot in the living room or even sat down on the sofa.The kitchen would not be part of the search list. She had just left that place. It would be too strange if the man was suddenly there. Im

It seems that the habit of making her feel troubled has become part of Nightroe's list of requirements. It's unfortunate that Svanna didn't try to protest against the man's wishes. It's undeniable that this is indeed her job. She's the one who makes the cake. Besides, Nightroe can't be trusted. He just sits there quietly, without trying to comment—at least for now.What made Svanna not bother to care was that sapphire eyes were staring intently at her activity; cutting the cake into several pieces. She had intended to offer some to Jackson and Willy, but Nightroe refused firmly."This is yours. Tell me how it tastes."One large piece. That was the portion Svanna understood from her husband. Still no protests. Instead, Nightroe enthusiastically took a spoon to take his first bite.She didn't know, but something inside Svanna suddenly felt nervous imagining that the man didn't seem interested in saying anything. Worse than she had imagined, Nightroe seemed to be considering something. M