Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 141

Married to Mafia Boss

Chapter 141

Marco came over and embraced me. “No need to prepare anything.”

He had already asked Aunt Mary to prepare everything necessary.

I said, “It’s her first time visiting our home. I should properly host her. She’s your sister, your family, which makes her my family too. I want to make a good impression.”

“Alia-” Marco called my name solemnly and said seriously, “You don’t need to deliberately please anyone. She’s my sister, and you’re my wife. We’re all family.”

Hearing Marco’s words, I wanted to roll my eyes at him.

This man’s intelligence and work capabilities were unquestionable, but in daily life, he could be incredibly obtuse in certain aspects.

I wasn’t trying to deliberately please anyone. When a sister visits our home for the first time, of course I want to host her properly–it’s basic courtesy.

Marco added, “Sabrina is still a child. She likes to make a fuss and doesn’t always mind her words. If she upsets you in any way, please don’t hold it against her.”

It was rare for Marco to say so much at once. I guessed he must truly adore his sister.

Although whenever he mentioned her, it was always through gritted teeth, it was clear he genuinely loved Sabrina.

“Are you telling me to give in to her?” I pretended to be angry.

“I’m not…” Marco was at a loss for words. That wasn’t his intention.

Before he could finish, I interrupted him with a smile. “Don’t worry. She’s your sister, and I’ll treat her like my own sister. I won’t put you in a difficult position between us.”

Marco ruffled my hair. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for? I’m your wife.” I smiled and asked, pulling his hand, “What does your sister like to eat? Is there anything she avoids?”

Sabrina was Marco’s sister, and this was my first time meeting one of Marco’s family members. Even though she had just come of age, I felt I should approach this carefully.

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“She’s not picky about food,” Marco said.

In truth, Sabrina was just as picky as Marco, if not more so. But her adaptability was incredibly strong–whatever others could eat, she could eat too.

“The children in your family are so easy to feed–none of you are picky eaters,” I remarked.

“I’m very picky, and my brother is even pickier. He won’t eat this, won’t eat that–that’s why no

woman has married him at his age,” Sabrina poked half her head through the doorway, smiling

at me. “Beautiful sister, they say it’s easier to believe in ghosts than to trust a man’s words.

Don’t let my brother deceive you.”

“Sabrina, have you forgotten what you’ve learned? When adults are talking, can children

interrupt?” Marco turned to look at Sabrina, scolding her sternly.

“Where are the adults?” Sabrina rolled her eyes. “This sister looks at most two or three years

older than me. If I’m a child, she’s a child too. You don’t even spare a child–you’re a beast!”

Marco’s mouth twitched. “Still talking back!”

“I will talk back! If you have the guts, hit me in front of this sister.” Sabrina held her head high,

her face full of defiance.

Watching the siblings bicker, especially seeing the talkative side of Marco, I realized that

Marco could indeed be quite talkative, but only around his family.

And I seemed to be witnessing this side of him for the first time.

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