LetGo, My Mafia Husband
Chapter 228 Romantic Dinner Date
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"What... what did you just say?" Emily stammered, her voice trembling as her wide, shocked eyes locked onto
the playboy attorney in disbelief. Matteo cleared his throat, shaking off the indecent thoughts about the sexy
kitten standing before him in clothes that left little to the imagination. "I mean..." he paused, his voice still husky,
betraying the desire he was trying to suppress. "Whatever you'd like to eat, I'll have the same.",
"Oh... that's what you meant," Emily exhaled, relief washing over her as she shook her head at the silly direction
her thoughts had taken. Of course, he wasn't interested in her like that. He was Matteo Vinci- one of the most
sought-after attorneys and eligible bachelors. He could have any woman he wanted. Why would he desire her?
"I must warn you, Mr. Vinci, don't get your hopes up. | barely have anything at home," Emily informed the
stubborn attorney, who stood in her house with an air of authority as if he owned the place.
"I told you, I'll eat anything you make me," he replied, his tone so hopelessly dreamy that Emily wondered if her
mind was playing tricks on her. One look into his deep, blue eyes, and the intensity of his mysterious gaze left
her breathless. She quickly averted her eyes, trying to steady her breathing.
"Alright, letsee what | can do," she murmured, walking toward the kitchen, eager to distance herself from
the dangerous temptation lurking in her house in the form of that impossibly sexy man.
But to her dismay, the dangerous temptation followed her into the kitchen. Emily glanced over her shoulder to
find Matteo trailing so closely behind her that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. As she opened
the fridge and leaned in to take a look, Matteo leaned in as well, their bodies brushing together. A jolt of
electricity shot through her, making her gasp. His hot breath fanned her cheek, and his mouth hovered
dangerously close to hers. As if that weren't enough, the intoxicating mix of his masculine scent and expensive
cologne made her feel lightheaded, and she feared she might pass out at any
moment.
Emily swallowed hard, hoping he would pull back, but he didn't. It seemed he was doing this intentionally, which
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtonly irritated her further. She was about to push him away, but as she turned her head to do so, their foreheads
collided with a dull thud. "Ouch!" she yelped.
"Shit!" he groaned, rubbing his head.
"I was looking into the fridge; what were you searching for?" she shot back, rubbing her forehead to ease the
pain. Matteo stepped closer, gently removing her hand and massaging the spot on her forehead with his own, a
tender gesture that made Emily's heart melt and her frustration fade.
"I was thinking of helping you. Sorry, ma douce," he murmured so innocently that Emily couldn't help but smile,
biting her lips inwardly to suppress her amusement.
"Ah, it's fine," she replied, ducking away from his touch hesitantly. "I can do it myself. You... just make yourself
comfortable and wait in the living room while prepare something for us to eat."
"Letstay and help you, please," Matteo insisted. "After all, I'm here to ask for your forgiveness, not to bother
you."
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Emily rolled her eyes at his constant insistence as he invited himself for dinner at her hwhen all she wanted
was to rest in bed. And he thought he wasn't bothering her anymore.
"I don't think we have anything to make dinner," Emily offered another excuse, hoping he would leave. Her heart
raced at the thought of being alone with him in her hat this hour of the night.
"Oh, | saw you have bread, veggies, cheese slices, and ssauces," Matteo quickly interjected. Emily was
impressed by his sharp and observant gaze. "We can make ssandwiches, and we have wine," he suggested
with a quick shrug. Knowing she couldn't cup with any more excuses to say no, she decided to agree. "Yeah,
that's fine withif you're okay with sandwiches."
"I love sandwiches," Matteo whispered, leaning closer, causing Emily to rush away nervously to gather all the
ingredients.
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"I'll make the sandwiches, and you can set the table in the meantime," she offered.
"Deal," Matteo smiled, nodding subtly as he then asked Emily where the plates and wine glasses were kept and
headed off to set the table.
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sandwiches. "Matteo?!" She tried again, and then she caught a glimpse of him on her balcony.
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