Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Alia POV

Giulio had been by Marco’s side for over a decade. When they entered Marco’s office, they typically knocked and then entered without waiting for a response.

For all those years, their boss had rarely spared a moment of distraction, and they had never imagined they would witness such an intimate scene in Marco’s office.

However, despite never having seen such a situation before, Giulio had been with Marco long enough to react quickly.

Nothing important, Giulio hastily closed the door and fled.

If he had dared to say there was something important at that moment, their president would surely have found a way to end him afterward.

Don’t be fooled by their president’s noble and elegant appearance–his true methods could be ruthlessly chilling.

Others might not know, but those who had been by his side for over a decade certainly did.

“What happened? Luca’s voice sounded behind Giulio.

“I think I might not live much longer,” Giulio wailed:

Recalling the dark glare the president had shot his way, Giulio could anticipate a long stretch of difficult days ahead.

Although he hadn’t intentionally disrupted the president’s moment, the fact remained that he had–and their president wouldn’t care about excuses.

Luca glared at him. “Don’t talk nonsense.”

Giulio hung his head, saying dejectedly, “I just ruined Mr. Vittorio’s moment. He’s definitely going to make me work overtime until I drop dead.”

Luca patted Giulio’s shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. “Knowing the wife was in there and still daring to enter without being summoned–I admire your

courage.”

“What?” Giulio felt wronged. “When has Mr. Vittorio ever done anything besides work in his office before?‘

Luca rolled his eyes at Giulio again, with an expression that said “you deserve it,” and replied, “You’ve been by Mr. Vittorio’s side for over a decade. Your work has improved greatly, but when did your emotional intelligence become as low as his?”

This was an outright mockery of their Mr. Vittorio’s emotional intelligence.

Meanwhile, the president they were mocking was currently holding his soft, fragrant wife, work set aside, wanting only to enjoy this beautiful moment.

Alia… Marco cupped the back of my head and kissed me again, but this time much more gently.

He lightly nibbled my lips, as if savoring their taste.

My arms around his neck unconsciously tightened as I closed my eyes, feeling his kiss.

I could sense that Marco didn’t have much technique when it came to kissing–he was simply kissing me in his own unique way.

When he kissed me, I could feel the naturally dominant element within him, but I could also feel his care and attentiveness toward me.

We had only been officially married for a short three months. Logically, it would be unlikely to truly understand someone in such a short time.

But I was willing to believe–believe that Marco was someone I could entrust my life to, believe that as long as we opened our hearts to each other, we would make it to the end.

At the charity gala a few days ago, when Marco saw me with Gabriel, I later thought carefully about it. Marco had given me a chance to explain, but I

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couldn’t bring myself to speak.

The reason he lost control, I guessed, was because he saw Gabriel embracing me and thought there might be something between us.

But he didn’t immediately conclude that Gabriel and I had a relationship just from what he saw he had given me a chance to explain.

It was my inability to explain, my refusal to let him into my heart, that made him angry.

As a man, no man would want to see his wife being embraced by another man.

Earlier at the company, when Antonio had placed his hand on my shoulder, Marco had clearly spoken to me about it.

He was my husband, and seeing me so intimate with another man made him jealous.

If Marco could be jealous over someone as unrelated as Antonio, how much more so with Gabriel, who had once been engaged to me?

If not for the events that followed, I might have married Gabriel instead of Marco.

Marco’s outburst was because he was “jealous.”

Perhaps this jealousy had nothing to do with love–it was simply because he was my husband.

Thinking this way, the worry and fear in my heart disappeared.

This big man, usually a man of few words who rarely said sweet things to me, made me feel secure whenever I was by his side.

On the day of our arranged meeting, he told me that as adults, we shouldn’t believe in the existence of love in this world. So ours was a loveless marriage.

We might not have love, but during these days, I had still felt Marco’s care and affection.

In the little details of daily life, he never said anything, but I truly felt it.

For instance, I was particularly afraid of the cold. In winter, my hands and feet would be icy, so he quietly prepared gloves and various warming devices for

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One night, waking up in the middle of the night, I found my feet clasped between his, as he used this method to transfer his warmth to me. He showed his care through these small, subtle actions.

Such a considerate man had become my husband. Should I not cherish him? Would I give him to someone else?

No, I would absolutely not give him to anyone else. Since we were married, Marco could only be mine.

With this thought, my slender arms slid from his neck and wrapped around his lean waist, holding him tightly, so very tightly.

Since he spoke so little, I would have to be more proactive from now on.

Just as I finally came to this realization, Marco released me, looking at my flushed face and slightly swollen lips…

He kissed my cheek again, his rough fingers gently caressing my lips, his deep gaze quietly observing me.

I felt self–conscious under his stare, but I didn’t avoid it anymore. Instead, I quietly returned his gaze.

The starlight in his eyes was brighter than I had ever seen before.

In this moment, his eyes held only me, just me alone, making me feel like I was his everything.

However, just as I was imagining the scene so beautifully, Marco’s magnetic and sensual voice broke in: “You said earlier, not here… There’s my rest bed next door–would that be acceptable?”

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I grabbed a pastry and stuffed it directly into Marco’s mouth, struggling to escape from his embrace, giving him a reproachful look.

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