Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The bedroom light was off, only moonlight filtering through the gap in the curtains.But I couldn't sleep. My mind drifted to an uncomfortable place. For a week, I hadn't given him anything. No touch, no kisses, no sex.I bit my lip. I knew Alexandro. I knew his needs as a normal man, but my body was still weak, my heart still unstable. The doctor said I couldn't do any strenuous activities.And Alexandro? I didn't know if he still had other women. I didn't know if he was still contacting them. But I knew a man like him wouldn't go a week without sex.I sat up. Slowly, carefully. My heart beat a little faster, but not too much. I took a breath, felt my chest expand, no pain. I got out of bed, my feet touching the cold floor, and I stood.I walked to the door, stepping slowly into the hallway. Dim lights were on, illuminating the path toward the study at the end. From behind the door, I could see light still glowing. Alexandro wasn't as

Silence. My words hung in the air, between the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and the gentle trickle of the quiet pond.I couldn't believe I had just said that, but I had said it, and I couldn't take it back.Alexandro looked at me. His eyes were dark, unreadable. I didn't know if he was surprised, angry, or something else.He didn't move. He just sat on that rock, rifle on his lap, black jacket slightly open, revealing his white shirt underneath. His hair was messy from the wind, making him look even more handsome. Oh damn. He was so handsome."You know you're not supposed to," he said."I know, but I also know a month without sex must be hard for you, and I..."He looked at me. "And you what?"I looked down. "I miss you. I miss being touched. I miss being kissed. I miss you."He was quiet."I won't pass out. I promise. Slow and gentle. If I feel bad, I'll tell you. I promise," I said.He was still quiet. I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up, walked toward him, and sat o

I wiped my face roughly after getting to my room. I wanted to erase every trace of tears, every trace of shame, every trace of the foolish love I had just declared and been flatly rejected for.In the mirror, I saw my face red, my eyes swollen, my nose puffy. I was ugly, and no wonder he didn't want to love me.I had fooled myself. How could I ever think that a man like Alexandro De Luca could love a woman like me?How could I think that all his kindness, all his gentleness, all his attention was because he cared?I was so embarrassed. I wanted to bury myself in the ground, disappear, never be seen again.The bedroom door opened softly. Gianna entered with careful steps, her eyes looking at me with concern. She had seen me since I came in earlier. I couldn't hide anything from a former special forces agent like her."Madam, what's wrong? What happened in the forest?"I couldn't say that I had declared my love to my husband and been rejected."I'm just embarrassed. So embarrassed," I w

That night, I was reading a book at the edge of the bed.I had just finished showering, my hair still slightly damp, my body wrapped in a loose light blue pajama set. My heart was calm, my blood pressure normal.The bedroom door opened.Alexandro walked in. His white shirt was still neat, his jacket already off, his tie gone. His eyes glanced at me briefly, then shifted to the book in my hand."Still reading?" he asked.I nodded. "Yes. Can't sleep."He walked to the closet, opened it, and took out his sleepwear."I have to leave town for the next two days. Business in Milan."I fell silent. My hand holding the book began to tremble slightly. He was 40 years old. Only a few years younger than my uncle. I had never thought about it before, but now, after Marco told me, that number kept spinning in my head. 40. Almost twice my age.I got scared of saying the wrong thing, scared of acting too childish. Scared he would see me as a troublesome child, not as a wife.He closed the closet and

Two days had passed.I couldn't sleep well, couldn't eat well, couldn't focus on reading a book. Every time I closed my eyes, his face appeared in my mind. That flat face with dark eyes whose thoughts I could never guess. But I missed him. I missed his deep voice, his heavy footsteps, even his silence that often annoyed me.Today he was coming home. I had been standing on the terrace for an hour already. Gianna had told me several times to sit down, but I couldn't.The lavender in the terracotta pot was in full bloom. I picked a single stem, held it in my hand, and inhaled its calming scent. I wanted to give it to him. I wanted to see his reaction. Would he smile? Would he say thank you? Or would he just look at it with a flat face and put it on the table without saying a word?The black car appeared at the end of the street. My heart beat faster. The car approached, slowed down, and entered the yard. I held my breath. Marco got out first, walked to the back door, and opened it. I smi