Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 20

Sofia’s POV

“My elbow, upwards.” I replied and blinked again. My lips parted unconsciously and my eyes widened

as his finger dragged upwards, all the way from my wrist, slowly towards my elbow and I held my

breath as a tingling sensation infused into the depths of my skin at that confusing touch.

His finger lightly grazed over my elbow and my eyes fluttered, before glancing down instantly and

sucking in a sharp breath just before a rush of pain flooded into my veins as his finger glided over a

spot on my elbow where it was really hurting.

“That’s the spot?” He asked and I nodded my head, feeling a weird kind of feeling gathering in the

depths of my stomach.

It was most definitely fear.

I was, after all, scared of him. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He continued his journey and I puffed out a tiny breath when his finger continued, the touch light as a

feather as he grazed another injured spot on the edge of my shoulder.

“Ow.” I whispered on a quiet puff when he passed another spot a tiny space away from the previous

spot. He pulled his hand away and inserted his hands into his pockets immediately… to my

disappointment.

I mean, his finger felt really delicate on my arm, like it could never hurt a fly, even though he could hurt

even the most biggest human in the whole world, in reality. That didn’t stop me from silently missing the

warmth of his finger on my cold skin.

I had been in an armless cloth since morning and was starting to feel cold. It was totally normal for me

to welcome a warm human’s touch.

Yup.

That’s totally it.

And we were literally in the hospital room, where nothing could happen… because it wasn’t the privacy

of our house. My arm was also sprained as well.

So nothing could happen to me, at least that was what I hoped.

I shifted in my spot on the bed and suddenly felt confused at the kind of thoughts floating around in my

head at the moment.

I glanced at Luca who was also staring at me and our eyes locked once again. His hands were buried

deep in his suit pockets and he looked really calm and and relaxed, something I most definitely wasn’t

at the moment.

To cut the long story short, I was the complete opposite. My insides were slowly starting to knot up

without me realizing it.

“How are you feeling now?” He inquired and I stared down at my injured arm before shrugging my good

shoulder.

“Hurting. My arm is hurting really bad.” I replied honestly because it felt like he wouldn’t believe me if I

told him that I was fine, so i opted for honesty instead.

“Have you been given anything for it yet?” He continued to ask and I nodded my head instantly.

“Yeah. I still have a couple of injections to go through, and then I'll hopefully be free to go home.” I

replied and glanced up at him to find him watching my arm the way I was doing a moment ago. He

glanced up at me the very next second and our eyes locked once again to my embarrassment.

“That’s a good thing then. Be sure to use the medications given to you properly,” He started to say,

which sounded so much like he was planning to leave anytime soon.

“You’re leaving?” I asked before I could stop myself and shook my head immediately, rephrasing my

sentence instantly. “I meant, yes. I will, sir. I mean, um…” I trailed off on realizing that I was starting to

ramble.

“Yes, I am. I’ll see you tonight when I return from work. Also, be a good girl and do as I say.” He replied

in a voice which sounded smooth and almost growly. I sucked in a breath and glanced up at him

immediately as his last words sank into my head.

“Um,” I started to say without knowing what I was actually going to say. After a few moments of staring

up at him and feeling like I was burning up from the insides due to how deeply he was staring into my

eyes, I ducked my head with color flooding into my cheeks and an unknown, weird like feeling

gathering in the depths of my stomach.

“Sofia?” He started to say again and I dragged in a slow breath before staring up at him, I was starting

to feel sweaty despite how cold I was feeling.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly and I swallowed emptily and glanced around the hospital room which

was empty of any other person except from Luca and I, before settling my gaze on his face after some

time.

“Um, I-“ I started to say before trailing off again, not knowing what to actually say.

“What’s wrong, Sofia?” He asked once again after waiting for me to say something, to no avail.

“Um, nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” I finally breathed out after a long minute. Luca didn’t say anything after

that and I blinked down at my finger on my thighs, wondering why it felt like I had said the wrong

answer.

Like I had said something I wasn’t supposed to.

Like… like I had lied.

My eyes widened and I breathed out a quiet gasp when his hand suddenly wrapped around my chin

tugged my face upwards until I was staring into his face. His face was blank, the grey eyes feeling like

it was about to swallow me up. My eyelids slid lower and my gaze passed over his moving lips for a

fleeting second before I pulled my eyes open and was once again staring him straight in the eyes like

he wanted me to.

“What’s wrong?” He echoed, his voice still as quiet and calm as before, and maybe a breath lower than

it sounded before because I shivered slightly as the two words settled over me slowly.

I shivered again when his gaze roamed over my face and dropped downwards to focus on whatever

had held his attention for a few seconds before dragging his gaze back towards my face.

“I’m cold.” I blurted out the first two words that popped into my head, seeing as it was the best and only

explanation for what was currently happening to me.

What else could be causing me to feel this kind of way if not cold? The air conditioner was blowing with

full force and I was in a sleeveless top, so of course I was feeling cold.

That was also why stupid, embarrassing shivers kept slithering over my body.

Yeah… that’s why.

It was kind of… weird.

Yeah, it was weird.

He held my chin and continued to stare quietly at me for a few seconds more before slowly losing his

hold from my chin and pulling his hand away. I sucked in a relieved breath and ducked my head

immediately, feeling my chest and lungs expand as I dragged in slow breaths into it.

I didn’t know what to make out of what just happened and so I focused on my fingers, wishing different

unintelligible thoughts weren't swimming around in my head at the same time.

A rustling sound made me slowly peek upwards, only to find Luca unbuttoning his suit jacket. I felt color

flood into my cheeks the moment what he was about to do registered in my mind.

“Um, you don’t have to.” I mumbled feebly, my embarrassment making my voice echo quietly.

I wasn’t all that cold, and it wasn’t even right for him to hand over his suit jacket to me.

I mean, maybe I was a little bit cold… or a lot cold.

But I hadn’t expected him to offer me his jacket. I had only blurted out those words just to satisfy him,

not because I wanted him to care for me or something.

I watched as he shrugged out of his suit jacket and bit on my lower lips a tiny black button in the middle

of his chest strained as he bent his arm to tug his arms out of the jacket.

Gosh, he was so big… and his inner shirt looked like it was struggling with life with the way it strained

back there.

He successfully pulled the jacket off and glanced down at me once again, I ducked my head the

moment our eyes locked and flushed in embarrassment. I watched from the corner of my eyes as he

closed the small distance between us and draped the suit jacket over my shoulder.

I breathed out a deep, slow sigh and burrowed into the texture of the suit without even realizing it. It

was extra softer than I expected it to feel like and smelt really, really nice. It smelt so much like the bed

sheets and blankets back at home, it smelt like our bedroom… it smelt like Luca.

Luca was the owner of the smell which I had come to love profusely without knowing who actually owns

it at the very start.

I– wow. Wow. I had no idea.

I’ve had no reason to go really close to him after our wedding day and have barely exchanged words

with him since our wedding day, four days ago… until today.

All because I had sprained my arm.

Dumb me.

“Thank you.” I whispered up at him and gratefully burrowed more closely into the jacket. It was really

big and swallowed me up instantly.

I really was small, compared to him.

He stared down at me without saying a thing and instead reached forward to tug his jacket more

closely around my injured arm and I muttered a silent ‘thank you’ to him, feeling self conscious as ever.

Being the center of his attention was really unnerving and it was leaving weird feelings behind in my

stomach. My stomach was starting to knot up due to how I was slowly starting to become nervous.

A knock suddenly resounded on the hospital door, breaking through the hazy aura surrounding me and

I jolted a little and stared straight at it, chewing on my lower lips and wondering if I was supposed to

invite whoever it was that was knocking, in.

Luca thankfully stepped in before I could proceed to overthink it and spoke up, his voice firm and still

managing to be quiet. I shivered slightly and tugged the suit tighter around me as the next words

echoed around the hospital room. “Who is it?”

Those words were regular, simple words, but I had no idea why they were suddenly making me feel

weird thoughts once they rolled off Luca’s tongue.

“It’s the doctor.” An unfamiliar voice echoed back from behind the closed hospital door.

“Come in.” Luca echoed back and I blinked confusingly as to why he suddenly inserted his hands back

into his pocket. The moment the door got pushed open and the said doctor made his way inside, the

tiny bubble that it felt like I was in, vanished immediately.

“How are you feeling, Mrs Ricci?” The doctor who was a lot younger than the doctor who had

pronounced my arm not broken but badly sprained, said in greetings as he made his way into the room

and closed the door a little too loudly for my liking behind him.

“Good day, Mr Ricci.” He bowed his head a little at Luca in respect. I didn’t catch what Luca said in

reply to him but it felt like he only nodded his head at him in response.

I wasn’t looking at Luca so I couldn’t tell.

“I’m here to give you your remaining injections medications and write your prescriptions for you and

also to sling up your arm.” The doctor informed me and I swallowed emptily, shifting uneasily on the

bed and feeling extremely cold all over again, despite the fact that I was thoroughly cocooned in Luca’s

suit.

“I’ll be on my way now,” Luca suddenly said beside me and I glanced up at him immediately and

nodded my head, not knowing if the feelings suddenly floating through my veins were that of relief or

something close to disappointment.