Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 46

Sofia’s POV

The next day came all too quickly and again, I had to go to school without Angelo because the doctor

had ordered him to stay off school and anything that involved moving his neck around and moving his

arm around, for the next one to two weeks. Because I had left for school the next day, I had taken care

of him as best as I could that morning before the time for me to leave for school reached.m

I knew our house help was going to see to his needs until I get back from him, but I didn’t know how

she was going to see to him, if she was going to be too fast with him instead of being patient with him,

if she was going to carefully see to his injury without jolting him unnecessarily.

But there was almost nothing I could do because I couldn’t stay home without going to school, father

wouldn’t have that, no matter what my reason was. The best I could do was to wake up earlier so I

could see to him before leaving for school, which I did.

I only had a few friends in school and they had supposed him as best as they could by trying their best

to cheer me up in school, knowing how down spirited I was feeling due to my younger brother not

attending school with me.

The whole day went by until I got home to my only source of happiness at home– Angelo. I had taken

up from where our house help had stopped and see to him, making him comfortable as fast and careful

as I could. Angelo was extremely bummed about the fact that he couldn’t attend school with me, and

also couldn’t do anything else since almost everything he does involves a lot of neck and arms

movements.

The days went by in a blur, with the same thing repeating itself for the next couple of days until we had

to visit the clinic for a check up and a thorough clean up of his stitch around his surgery. I had

accompanied him there because that day wasn’t a school day, which I had been really grateful for as I

held his fingers tightly in between my hands in the hospital as his injury got cleaned up by a nurse.

I blinked my eyes open a few times and shook my head around before pushing my hair off my face with

my good arm, wondering the particular moment when I had unconsciously slipped deep into my This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

thoughts and lost myself into them.

I felt something hot trickle down my cheeks and swiped my hand over my cheeks to meet with the

warm liquid of my tear staining my fingers immediately.

I just couldn’t help it, thinking about Angelo and one of the toughest phases which we’ve both faced

and overcome together wasn’t a little thing to me and still managed to get me emotional each time I

managed to think about it and sink completely into that dreadful moment where it had all started from.

Which made me start to wonder again, like I’ve been doing everyday since I got married – how was

Angelo doing?

The thought of me being unable to hear from my brother tugged at the insides of my chest painfully and

I sniffed as another trail of tears slid down my cheeks, this time, from both eyes. I sniffed once again

and swiped my hand over my cheeks, wiping the tears off immediately.

I was aware of the fact that my brother had a phone, the way I did, until I got married and it got taken

from me. But there was no way I could reach him because I was just too dumb to remember to try to

memorize his phone number in my head, some days before I got married.

But then technically, I had no idea my phone was going to be taken from me, if not, I’d have tried really

well to write his number down and insert the paper into my bag or something, instead of doing nothing

and being unable to reach him after I had gotten married.

I had no idea how Luca was going to react if he found out that I was searching vigorously for a way in

which I could reach my brother. I had searched all over Facebook but his name brought up a bunch of

strangers as a result of what I had looked up, and not an actual result of what I was looking for.

It wasn’t right for a new wife to visit her home immediately after getting married, that was a really bad

sign in the beliefs of the whole of Italy. Apparently, it signifies the fact that there was a problem going

on in your new home for you to want to visit your parents home as soon as you just got married.

And seeing as I literally just got married five days ago, there was just no way I could think of asking the

guards to drive me over to my parents house, that was completely out of the question.

I moved on the bed and picked up the ointment and cover before covering it tightly and wiggling on the

bed until I was sitting almost at the edge of the bed. I leaned sideways and dropped the ointment on

the bedside table before sitting back up on the bed.

I moved on the bed and stretched my hand out, thanks to the help Ryan had performed on my phone,

most of the actions of the phone weren't looking as complex as I had been seeing it as before I had

gotten to ask for help from Ryan. I checked the time and grimaced on seeing that the time was some

minutes after four p.m in the evening, way past the time I was supposed to eat lunch and use my

afternoon prescriptions like the doctor had instructed me to, at the hospital.

I pushed myself out of the bed and shifted my weights from foot to foot, wincing as I tried to stretch

both my hands out and a slight pang of pain pulled at the cords of my arms connecting into the socket

on my shoulders. I made my way out of the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind me, feeling the

cold tiles of the ground press into the smooth soles of my feet as I climbed down the stairs, with my

phone clutched in my hand and my white skirt moving slightly around my thighs.

I had discarded the grey shirt I had decided to wear this morning when the heat started to get too much

in the afternoon and was currently in a blue sleeveless top as I made my way into the kitchen. Matilda

was moving around the kitchen and humming quietly beneath her breath as I made my presence

known to her while sinking into the high chair in the kitchen.

The pain that had jolted through my veins after I had hopped on the high chair was only a little and

pretty bearable, compared to the first and second day after I had sustained the injury. That was more

than enough proof of the fact that I was healing fast, something which I was really grateful for.

“Hi Sofia.” Matilda gushed out after turning around and blessing me with a wide beam of one of her

beautiful smiles. She was holding a turning spoon in her hand and by the enticing smell filling the whole

kitchen, I had no doubt that once again, she was going to end up making something really nice.

“Hey Matilda.” I greeted her with a small wave of my fingers and a small smile as I moved again in my

seat, trying to get into a comfortable posture.

“How are you feeling?” She asked and I shrugged my good shoulder as I tapped against the screen of

my phone lightly without looking down at it. I was still feeling really gloomy from the whole thought

about my brother that had come to visit me, upstairs, this afternoon and wasn’t really feeling alive, but

Matilda’s bubbly aura was most definitely having an effect on my mood, by lifting it up a little.

“A little bit better, my hand doesn’t hurt that much, which I am really garter for.” I paused and grimaced

for no reason as I placed my slinged up atm on the counter and placed my phone on the counter before

pointing towards it. “I can’t wait to completely get it off without having to wear it, it’s so comfortable

doing everything in it.”

“I’m so sorry, dear. But at least it’s getting better, which means you’re on the way to getting out of it

really soon.” Matilda replied and I nodded my head while I traced a small line over the sling, agreeing

with her immediately.

I moved in my seat once again, the cold surface of the high chair pressing into my bare thigh and

making me press my thighs tightly against each other as I tried getting in a position that wouldn’t feel so

uncomfortable and kind of weird.

“So what do you want for lunch, even though you should have already have your lunch before now,

because I was about to come check up on you as to why you still haven’t come down for lunch, but

ended fed up dismissing the thought when it occurred to me that you were probably upstairs,

sleeping…” I watched as she trailed off what she was saying and stared at me before questioning, “You

were sleeping, right?”

I nodded my head in reply to her question despite the fact that I was shamelessly telling a lie, and had

spend the whole time upstairs applying ointment on my arm and losing myself into my thoughts

swaying around in my head.

“What would you like to eat? I already prepared lunch and left yours separately, but I didn’t know if

you’d be up for it, so what would you want to have? I’d get it done and ready as fast as I can.” Matilda

started to say again, moving her hands around and tapping her fingers against the edge of the counter

which she was still leaning against.

“You’ve already prepared lunch? I think I’ll just have that.” I replied to her and brushed my hair out of

my face again. One of the things I spent almost all my day doing, was to move my hair and push my

hair and brush my hair out of my face.

“Are you sure? I could throw something quick together if you want.” Matilda pressed on and I shook my

head with a small chuckle. If I didn’t know better, which I wasn’t all too sure I did – I’d have said Matilda

just needed excuses to prepare lots of food, but I didn’t think she liked any extra stress to herself on a

normal day, so I wasn’t completely sure.

“I am. It’s going to most definitely be good since you made it yourself, don’t worry about anything else,

I’ll have the one you’ve already prepared.” I said to her and watched as a smile slowly crept on her face

as soon as my words sank into her head. She coughed awkwardly and turned back around towards the

counter where she was preparing something on and I chuckled quietly as I shook my head and glanced

down at my phone, the time ‘4:34 p.m’ staring me back in my face, printed out boldly on the screen of

the phone.

Once Matilda moved around the kitchen and got the whole food ready in a plate, she microwaved it and

brought it out and moved it into a different plate before bringing it towards me and placing it on the

counter before me.

I murmured my thanks to her as I slowly dug in, sighing beneath my breath as the soft mashed

potatoes melted on my tongue immediately I placed a forkful of food into my mouth.