บททั้งหมดของ Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

I nodded.Not because I knew exactly what he meant. But because of the way he looked at me, the darkness in his eyes, the tone of his voice that dropped half an octave lower than usual.Alexandro stood up from his chair. Slowly, like a predator that had just decided it was time to hunt. He walked toward me, past his large desk, past the papers still scattered on the floor, past Nathan's document that had fallen on my lap.He stopped right behind my chair.I could feel his warmth before he touched me. The scent of his cologne hit my senses. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and inhaled it.He bent down. His nose touched my hair near my ear. He inhaled. Deeply, like he was enjoying the scent of the rarest flower."You smell good today," he whispered."I'm not wearing perfume.""Exactly. This is your scent. Your natural scent that you've been hiding behind soap and lotion." He inhaled again. "I like it."I bit my lip. My hands, which had been resting on the desk, now gripped the edge of m

After they left, the room fell silent again. Only my stupidity remained, hanging between me and Alexandro.I stood there, still trembling, still trying to process what had just happened. I had accepted a boxing challenge from Roseanne. I couldn't even do a single push up."Stupid," Alexandro muttered. He was already back in his chair, his hand reaching for the TV remote.He pressed a button. The television screen in the corner of the room lit up. A national news program was playing. A female reporter stood in front of a large boxing ring, with a bright red banner in the background."The charity boxing competition organized by Mayor Davian Ricci will be a gathering of famous boxers from various countries..."I barely paid attention to the reporter's words because beside her stood a man who made my blood run cold.Damien.A short-sleeved black shirt, his arm tattoos clearly visible. And those blue eyes. Those blue eyes staring at the camera with a thin, threatening smile."Mr. Damien, i

Alexandro carried me. I wrapped my arms around his neck."I'll take you inside," he whispered.I nodded. I couldn't speak.He walked toward the old building. Behind me, I heard Marco giving orders. The sound of footsteps, the sound of cars moving, but I didn't look back. I just closed my eyes and hoped it would all end soon.The building door opened. Dim lights illuminated a spacious room with exposed brick walls, old wooden floors, and a few leather chairs in the corner. There was a long table in the center, with maps and documents scattered on it.Alexandro set me down on a chair. His hand was still on my shoulder, warm, calming."Wait here. I need to talk for a moment," he said.I nodded. I still couldn't speak. My mouth felt dry, my tongue felt stiff, and in my head, the image of that man falling to the ground with blood flowing from his head was still vivid.Alexandro walked toward a man standing near the window. The man was tall, black hair with a little gray at the temples, a n

After the incident with the salesgirl, I decided not to stay quiet. I had already grabbed several colorful dresses from the big size section, bright red, navy blue, sunny yellow. I held them tightly, feeling a little victorious, but not yet satisfied.My eyes shifted to Alexandro.He stood beside me in his black shirt and black pants. His whole body was black, like he was in mourning. Like he had never known any color other than black and white.I smiled mischievously."I want to pick out clothes for you too."He raised an eyebrow. "For me?""Yes. You're always in black. I'm bored.""I'm not bored.""But I'm bored of looking at you."He looked at me with eyes I couldn't read. But I didn't care. I was already walking to the men's clothing rack, my eyes scanning the rows of shirts, t-shirts, jackets.Then I found it.A plain t-shirt, soft cotton material, with a collar. Bright light blue, like the morning sky.I took it. Then I took red, then yellow, then turquoise, then light purple.I

We stopped by a restaurant across from the mall. A restaurant with dark wooden tables and small candles on top. A place that was supposed to be romantic, but the atmosphere at our table wasn't romantic at all.Alexandro sat across from me with his arms crossed over his chest. His face was cold, his eyes staring out the window, not looking at me. On the table, the menu was already open, but he hadn't ordered.I had already ordered. But him? He just said "whatever" to the waiter, then went back to being silent."Hubby?"He didn't answer."What do you want to eat?""Whatever."He glanced at me briefly, then went back to the window.I sighed. This had been going on since we left the mall. In the car, he didn't talk. I tried to talk about the weather, he was silent. I tried to tell him about the clothes I bought, he just said "hmm." I tried to ask if he was angry, he didn't answer.Now at the restaurant, same thing."Are you angry?""No.""You're only answering with one word.""Yes.""That