Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel 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 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.

“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.