Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 177

Luca’s POV

I shouldn’t have brought that up.

That alone was a hundred percent sure and clear to me at this point. I should’ve just let it be, like they

always say it was good to let sleeping dogs lie. I regretted mentioning that particular night the moment I

had mentioned it, but there was no way I could have taken those words back, even if I wanted to, like I

actually wanted to.

And when she bursted out into tears, with sobs that sounded very familiar, because I’ve heard her sob

that way, a couple of times, and it has always managed to leave a bitter feeling behind. The first time I

heard her cry was on our wedding night, when I was still contemplating on if I was supposed to fully

consummate the wedding or not, and the second time had been the night where I had gotten woken up

from a light sleep, due to how loud her sobs were. Listening to her cry that night, right from the middle

of her nightmare, had kept such a bad feeling behind, a feeling I didn’t want to ever experience again. I

was super protective of her and hated seeing or listening to her shed tears, and here she was, standing

before the banister of the balcony, as sobs racked her small body, and it was all my fault.

Everything had been going well ever since I got home, and made my way into the house. I met with

Matilda in the corridor and she had told me where Sofia was at, even before I had asked, and so I

made my way straight for the balcony in the next second, letting myself in and watching as she got

startled for a few seconds.

I made my way towards her and paused behind her, teasing her about a kiss and holding her against

me after she had delivered a small kiss on my cheeks. After a while, we had moved towards one of the

chairs up here in the balcony and I had wrapped my arm around her almost immediately, pulling her

into my side and moving my hand to rest on her shoulder. Everything had been going well after that, I

was enjoying her weight on my side, because she weighted next to nothing, and I had even asked her

if she was cold at a point when a small shiver had wrecked through her body, and had proceeded to

pull her into my side even more when she had insisted on not being cold.

I should have just remained silent after that, but then I just had to ask about if she was lost in thoughts,

and then after that, I had proceeded to ask her about that particular night in which she had gotten

visited by a nightmare. It wasn’t just because I was curious about what it was that had resulted in that

particular nightmare, it was because I have been thinking about that particular night almost every night

before falling asleep Witt her body against mine, and I had always silently wondered if her nightmare

was going to visit her once afsin. It had always been at the back at my mind and I had decided to ask

her about it, because I was worried about it, and had thought that it wasn’t going to be all that sensitive

at the moment, seeing as I hadn’t spoken about that particular night ever since it happened, until this

very moment.

I shook my head a little and carded my fingers through my hair a little, puffing out a breath just as I

pushed myself up to my feet, and then I started to make my way towards where Sofia was standing, in

a really quiet way, without making any kind of sound. I stopped a few feet away from her, wincing as I

watched her body shake and heave as she sobbed on and on. She tried to stiffen her sobs with her

hands, but that was only able to kill off a little of the sounds, and the rest of the sounds hit my ears as it

was escaping her through, and listening to her cry, was making my chest ache really badly.

I wanted to take her into my arms and wipe her tears off, but I didn’t know if that was going to be

welcomed or not, I didn’t know if she was going to feel comfortable to the extent of crying in my arms.

Crying in my arms on the bed, after waking her up from a nightmare was different, and then here where

we were both standing and were both beneath the night sky, I had a feeling she wasn’t going to

appreciate me trying to console her by taking her into my arms… and so I remained in the same spot I

had been standing in, ever since I moved away from the chair which we had both been sitting in, while

watching and listening to her cry.

I waited and waited, hating how she was crying but having no idea on how I was supposed to be able

to help console her, and also because it didn’t want to overwhelm her in any kind of way. I was relieved

when she finally stopped sobbing and only continued to sob, and then I waited for some more

moments. After a few moments had passed with the sounds of her sniffing back tears echoing through

the night, I shrugged off my suit jacket after watching her start to shiver a little in tne cold night breeze. I

had no idea why she had decided to come up here seeing as she was currently wearing a sleeveless

top, and I didn’t even know she had started to make her way towards this part of the house, until this

evening.

I moved forward a little, and made sure I wasn’t making direct body contact with her in any way, and

then I draped the suit jacket which I had shrugged out of, some moments ago, and then I draped the

jacket over her body. She turned her head around instantly, and our eyes locked instantly. There were

tears swimming around in the depths of her eyes and the trail of tears was very visible on her cheeks,

and the sight of those things was making my heart start to twist up in a really bad way. Her hand came

around to pull the jacket around her even more, and she whispered a quiet word of gratitude before

turning back around and facing out the banister of the balcony once again.

After a while, I started to talk about how I shouldn’t have brought that topic up seeing how stressed it

made her, and then she started to talk about how it was alright and how she now wanted to speak to

me about it. I figured out that she only offered to tell me about it because of guilt or fear, and I started to

dissuade her from telling me if she didn’t actually want to let me know about it. After a while, she was

still hell bent on letting me know about it, and so I finally agreed on listening to her speak about it. Not

because she insisted on wanting to let me know about it, but because I felt she needed to speak to

someone about it:

After watching her breakdown from just me mentioning it, I figured out that it was bottled up in her and

needed to be let out, which was one of the reasons as to why I had allowed her to cry out her tears

without any form of interruption. I proposed she sit down before she started to speak because I felt she

wasn’t strong enough to speak about something as sensitive as this while stabbing, coupled with the

fact that she had been standing for a while now, and her keys might be hurting her now. She refused

my offer and started to speak after a few more minutes; and the first thing she spoke about was the fact

that she hasn’t ever told a single soul about this particular thing before.

I hadn’t been completely shocked at that because it was kind of obvious when she started to cry the

moment I had mentioned it, and I didn’t say a word, waiting for her to continue.

“I tried speaking to me mother one time about it.” She continued after a few moments, pausing at the

end for a few seconds before finally continuing.

“But- but she didn’t believe me.” She breathed out, completing her sentence, her voice stuttering and

cracking in between her sentence and the middle of my head started to thin together as I tried to Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

process all I had just heard.

A mother didn’t believe her own child…?