Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 228 Romantic Dinner Date

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"What... what did you just say?" Emily stammered, her voice trembling as her wide, shocked eyes locked onto the playboy attorney in disbelief. Matteo cleared his throat, shaking off the indecent thoughts about the sexy kitten standing before him in clothes that left little to the imagination. "I mean..." he paused, his voice still husky, betraying the desire he was trying to suppress. "Whatever you'd like to eat, I'll have the same.",

"Oh... that's what you meant," Emily exhaled, relief washing over her as she shook her head at the silly direction her thoughts had taken. Of course, he wasn't interested in her like that. He was Matteo Vinci- one of the most sought-after attorneys and eligible bachelors. He could have any woman he wanted. Why would he desire her?

"I must warn you, Mr. Vinci, don't get your hopes up. I barely have anything at home," Emily informed the stubborn attorney, who stood in her house with an air of authority as if he owned the place.

"I told you, I'll eat anything you make me," he replied, his tone so hopelessly dreamy that Emily wondered if her mind was playing tricks on her. One look into his deep, blue eyes, and the intensity of his mysterious gaze left her breathless. She quickly averted her eyes, trying to steady her breathing.

"Alright, let me see what I can do," she murmured, walking toward the kitchen, eager to distance herself from the dangerous temptation lurking in her house in the form of that impossibly sexy man.

But to her dismay, the dangerous temptation followed her into the kitchen. Emily glanced over her shoulder to find Matteo trailing so closely behind her that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. As she opened the fridge and leaned in to take a look, Matteo leaned in as well, their bodies brushing together. A jolt of electricity shot through her, making her gasp. His hot breath fanned her cheek, and his mouth hovered dangerously close to hers. As if that weren't enough, the intoxicating mix of his masculine scent and expensive cologne made her feel lightheaded, and she feared she might pass out at any

moment.

Emily swallowed hard, hoping he would pull back, but he didn't. It seemed he was doing this intentionally, which only irritated her further. She was about to push him away, but as she turned her head to do so, their foreheads collided with a dull thud. "Ouch!" she yelped.

"Shit!" he groaned, rubbing his head.

"I was looking into the fridge; what were you searching for?" she shot back, rubbing her forehead to ease the pain. Matteo stepped closer, gently removing her hand and massaging the spot on her forehead with his own, a tender gesture that made Emily's heart melt and her frustration fade.

"I was thinking of helping you. Sorry, ma douce," he murmured so innocently that Emily couldn't help but smile, biting her lips inwardly to suppress her amusement.

"Ah, it's fine," she replied, ducking away from his touch hesitantly. "I can do it myself. You... just make yourself comfortable and wait in the living room while prepare something for us to eat."

"Let me stay and help you, please," Matteo insisted. "After all, I'm here to ask for your forgiveness, not to bother you."

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Chapter 228 Romantic Dinner Date

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Emily rolled her eyes at his constant insistence as he invited himself for dinner at her home when all she wanted was to rest in bed. And he thought he wasn't bothering her anymore.

"I don't think we have anything to make dinner," Emily offered another excuse, hoping he would leave. Her heart raced at the thought of being alone with him in her home at this hour of the night.

"Oh, I saw you have bread, veggies, cheese slices, and some sauces," Matteo quickly interjected. Emily was impressed by his sharp and observant gaze. "We can make some sandwiches, and we have wine," he suggested with a quick shrug. Knowing she couldn't come up with any more excuses to say no, she decided to agree. "Yeah, that's fine with me if you're okay with sandwiches."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I love sandwiches," Matteo whispered, leaning closer, causing Emily to rush away nervously to gather all the ingredients.

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"I'll make the sandwiches, and you can set the table in the meantime," she offered.

"Deal," Matteo smiled, nodding subtly as he then asked Emily where the plates and wine glasses were kept and headed off to set the table.

When Emily returned to the dining area with the sandwiches, she found it empty, and Matteo was nowhere to be seen. Even the dining table was still not set. Confusion filled her heart as she looked around; he wasn't in the living room either.

"Mr. Vinci?" she called out, suspicion creeping in-maybe he had left because she took too long making the sandwiches. "Matteo?!" She tried again, and then she caught a glimpse of him on her balcony.

As she approached the open balcony door, Emily blinked in disbelief, trying to clear her vision and ensure she wasn't hallucinating. There stood the ruthless attorney Matteo Vinci, scattering flower petals from the bouquet he had brought for her. She was taken aback by the beautiful arrangement he had created. Soft cushions adorned the floor, and in one corner, plates, the expesnsive wine bottle, and glasses were neatly set up.

Candles flickered softly in the evening breeze, their warm glow casting a gentle light. She recognized them from her own bedroom.

Did he really go into her room?

The final touch to this romantic setting was the flower petals spread around. It took her breath away; this was nothing like an unplanned dinner-it felt more like a carefully crafted romantic dinner date! 4.2K