Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 216 Explanation.

Matteo's heart sank as he saw more tears rolling down Emily's cheeks. Without thinking twice, he swiftly moved toward her, scooping her up effortlessly. One arm hooked under her knees, the other behind her back, and he lifted her into his arms. Emily was too furious to let him touch her, let alone carry her. "No! Put me down, you asshole!" she shouted, beating his chest with her fists in protest, but Matteo didn't stop until he gently placed her back on the bed.

Emily was breathing heavily, her face flushed red with anger, glaring at him through her watery eyes. Matteo calmly poured her a glass of water and extended it toward her, only for Emily to slap it out of his hand, spilling the water all over the bed.

But Matteo didn't flinch. He wasn't bothered by her infuriating reaction. If it had been anyone else, they would have regretted crossing him for the rest of their life. But with her, the woman who had captured his heart, he didn't mind.

Matteo smiled softly, unfazed, and poured the water again into the glass, extending it to Emily once more. Her anger still burned, and she instinctively moved to slap it away again. But this time, Matteo skillfully dodged her hand, saving the glass from spilling. "Chérie, I was teasing you. Nothing happened between us last night," Matteo said in a calm, sincere tone, his voice unusually honest.

Emily was momentarily stunned. She had expected him to mock her vulnerability from the night before, but the seriousness in his eyes softened her defenses.

"How do I believe you?" she asked, her skeptical mind refusing to trust him, especially given his reputation as a notorious playboy. "I woke up without my clothes, only in this... robe," she gestured to her body, "and... and you were right next to me, holding me like... like..." Her words tumbled out in a rush, but faltered as her voice trailed off, unable to complete the thought.

"Baby, just give me a chance to explain what happened last night, please," Matteo pleaded gently. Emily narrowed her eyes at him but then sighed, huffing out a breath to calm her anger before giving him a hesitant nod.

"Have some water while I explain," he said, offering the glass once more. As she reluctantly took it, Matteo began telling her everything-how they met in the lift lobby and how she ended up in his private suite.

"So... your clothes were soaked, and I had to remove them and put you in that robe," he said, biting his lip to stop himself from grinning as he noticed the pink blush deepening on Emily's cheeks.

"You... you removed my clothes?" she stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief. The embarrassment washed over her, knowing that Matteo Vinci had seen her naked.

Matteo thought about telling her the truth- that she had removed her own clothes in her intoxicated state to seduce him and that he'd had to stop her from taking off her lingerie-but he decided against it. He didn't want to humiliate or embarrass her. Matteo liked Emily Yang as fierce and confident as she always was, a perfect challenge for him. So, he vowed to keep his lips sealed about how desperately she'd begged him to fuck her.

"Don't worry, ma douce," Matteo said with a calm smile. "I did it with my eyes closed, and I didn't see anything, I swear."

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Chapter 216 Explanation

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Casanova attorney's words, but as Matteo held her gaze, his eyes unwavering and filled with quiet confidence, she found herself letting her guard down. The sincerity she saw in his expression forced her to trust him, even against her better judgment.

A comforting silence settled between them for a long moment, as if their hearts were speaking and their eyes were carrying on a conversation. It was-a rare, quiet connection that felt almost tangible. But then, the doorbell rang, shattering the moment. "I'll get it," Matteo said, standing up and tightening the bedsheet securely around his waist before heading to the door.

He moved through the suite's living area, where the bedroom was hidden from view, ensuring that no one could see Emily from the other side as he opened the door. Standing outside was his bodyguard, holding a neatly folded set of clothes for both Emily and Matteo, just as Matteo had ordered the night before. The bodyguard had arrived as soon as the first rays of the sun touched the earth, waiting for Matteo's text to make his delivery.

Matteo had discreetly texted his bodyguard while explaining things to Emily. When his bodyguard filled him in on the details of last night's incident with her, Matteo's jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at the news.

He took the clothes from the bodyguard and asked, "Is everything ready?"

"Yes, boss. We're ready and waiting for you to arrive," the bodyguard confirmed. Matteo nodded, his expression hardening. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

He closed the door and headed back into the room where Emily waited. 2.5K