Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 43

Alia POV

I noticed Camila’s hate filled gaze as she stared at me, which made me cling tighter to Marco. ‘Miss, would you please help me select a few more men’s

scarves?

Camila bit her lip in hatred and stood motionless. Another female staff member quickly approached, sweetly saying, “Are you buying for your boyfriend? Your boyfriend is so handsome.”

I smiled without correcting her.

I selected a simple scarf from the samples the salesperson offered, feeling that the color and material would

suit Marco perfectly.

‘Would you like to try it?‘ I blinked, looking at Marco with anticipation.

Though I wasn’t an expert, I knew that Marco’s clothes were all high–end, handmade items. I worried he might refuse to try it on.

I held my breath waiting for Marco’s answer, but he nodded without hesitation: “Sure.”

When Marco agreed, the staff member stepped forward to help him put it on.

I took the scarf from the staff member’s hands: “I’ll do it.”

I’m about 5’6“, while Marco stands at 6’2“, a full eight inches taller than me. Even in high heels, I was still much shorter than him.

Marco lowered his head slightly to make it easier for me to wrap the scarf around him. Because of this, our faces were very close, and we could feel each

other’s warm breath.

I was initially focused on the task, but Marco’s breath fell right on my neck, causing a tingling sensation that made my fair cheeks flush involuntarily.

Nearby, Camila watched with eyes red with jealousy, her hands at her sides clenching and unclenching, desperately wanting to push me away from Marco.

I noticed Camila’s envious gaze and thought to myself that this woman never changes, always coveting other people’s husbands.

With a slight smile, while wrapping the scarf around Marco’s neck, I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Marco’s expression froze momentarily. I immediately stepped back, asking with a blush, “Do you like it?”

I was asking if he liked the scarf, but Marco naturally assumed I was asking about the kiss.

“I like it,” he replied in a deep, sexy voice. His usually cool face now carried a faint smile, looking exceptionally warm.

“Then we’ll take this one,‘ I said, turning my face away, too embarrassed to look at him.

The scarf cost 1,500 euros. In the past, I would never have spent so much, but this time, for Marco, I was really splurging.

The staff member, delighted to have such willing customers, became even more enthusiastic: “Ma’am, this scarf has a matching women’s version. Would you like to select one for yourself as well?”

Without thinking, I quickly waved my hand: “No, I/don’t need one.”

Another 1,500 euros would mean nearly three months‘ salary gone, and I’d be reduced to eating boiled pasta every day.

As I was declining, I heard Marco say: “Please bring the ladies‘ version for my wife to try.”

The sales associate immediately handed over the women’s scarf: “Oh, you’re a married couple! This scarf is a special couples edition our company launched this year for young couples. We’ve never had anything like it in previous years.”

They say salespeople are clever, and this couldn’t be more true. They always know what to say to make customers happy.

Marco had worn scalves before, but they were all meticulously crafted in the Vittorio family workshop, far superior to these so–called designer brands

Marco took the scarf and wrapped it around me. My skin was already fair, and with this gray blue simple scarf, it looked even whiter, making one want to

take a bite.

Returning the gesture, Marco leaned in and kissed the corner of my lips, then asked in a husky voice, “Do you like it?”

My cheeks burning red, I first nodded, the

shook

my

head…

Marco smiled at my confusion and said, “Wrap up both

carves for us.”

I grabbed his hand, but when I met his questioning gaze, Í

gave in.

It was just 3,000 euros for two scarves–a big expense, but if I was frugal for about half a year, I could save it back. I couldn’t let Marco think I was stingy.

Marco usually had assistants who handled payments wherever he went, so he generally didn’t carry cards or cash and lacked the instinct to pay.

Watching me swipe my card, he didn’t say anything.

Partly because Marco wasn’t in the habit of paying, and also because he had already given me his diamond card, telling me I could use it however I wanted.

But after I swiped my card, Marco realized I hadn’t used his card, and his eyes darkened.

Watching such a large sum being deducted from my bank account, my heart ached, and I didn’t notice Marco’s change in mood.

However, when I looked back and saw Camila’s envious, jealous, and hateful gaze, I felt the money was well spent.

“Marco, let’s go,” I said, hooking my arm through his as we walked. “Do you really not know that shop assistant?”

Marco replied nonchalantly, “Many people know me. I can’t possibly know everyone.”

I chuckled happily: “What a cold–hearted man.”

Though I called him cold–hearted, inside I was overjoyed.

Camila had been trying so hard to get close to Marco, yet in the end, he didn’t even recognize her. That must have been more painful than a slap to the

face.

Indeed it was. Camila gritted her teeth as she watched their retreating figures, especially hearing Marco say he didn’t know her at all, feeling frustrated, angry, and above all, unwilling to accept defeat.

‘Camila, I don’t care what you did before, but now that you work at our store, remember that the customer is always right. Don’t throw tantrums,” the store manager reminded her, seeing her agitated state.

Camila bit her lip without responding, her gaze fixed on Marco and me as we walked away, her mind filled with malicious thoughts.”

Someday, she would crush Alia under her feet.

Marco, being a super–genius in the business world, hot only had a keen business sense but could also see through people’s intentions.

He knew I was deliberately showing off our affection to others just now, and he had intentionally played along. Seeing me happy made h

PPy too.

But despite his happiness, Marco hadn’t forgotten that I didn’t use his card.

With a serious face, he asked, “Why didn’t you use the card I gave you?”

Did he think I didn’t want to?

I actually really wanted to use his card, but this was the first gift I was giving him, so how could I use his own money to buy it?

1 pouted: ‘Because this is a gift from me to you, of course I should pay for it myself. That makes it more sincere.