Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 373

Blair’s pov

I had been looking forward to the dinner with James since the last one, even though I’d never admit it

out loud.

Perhaps, it was the because of the constant loneliness that I’m always getting engulfed in, but then I

knew deep down that, that wasn’t the only reason.

But, one thing I couldn’t deny, was the fact that I was very lonely.

I was currently seated in the passenger seat while he drove towards where I’d assume was his house.

When he had requested I come home with him, I had only declined half heartedly, while being really

relived deep down, because I really didn’t want to be alone right now, and being in James’ presence

always leave me in some sort of emotions that I cannot really describe yet.

I glanced at him just as he threw me a quick look. He smiled at me reassuringly and reached out to

take my hand in his, while his other hand controlled the steering wheel effortlessly.

I felt my stomach flip as his large hand enveloped mine, and a small shiver slide over me in that

moment. His hand felt nice and I didn’t want to pull away, so I left my hand in his and tried to focus on

not breaking down once again.

Somehow, I wasn’t even scared of him taking me to somewhere else entirely instead of his house. It

could be because of the fact that I had gree to trust him without even realizing it.

I mean, I was supposed to be terrified of him. Anyone in their sane mind would be. But somehow, I

wasn’t. It could be because I was already used to bickering with him nonstops.

“It’s gonna be alright, okay?” James’ deep voice pierced through my thoughts and my eyes darted at

him to lock eyes with him for a fleeting moment.

I swallowed emptily and glanced down at our entwined hands, and then I squeezed on his fingers a

little. I got a firmer squeeze in response, and that made me really want to believe that he indeed was

right, that everything could really end up being okay.

My grandmother was dead, and I’m definitely not ready to accept that yet.

I allowed my eyes to slide close as I drifted back in time, back to a time whereby even though things

were not perfect, they were more than enough for me.

I was sitting on the bed between my mother and her mother, my grandmother. My grandma was

running her comb through my hair, it was a special comb that had been passed through generations

because it symbolizes a woman’s pride and strength.

My mother had been looking at us with pride and contentment brimming in her eyes. She had cooed at

how pretty I was, while my grandma complimented my hair every few moments.

I was dressed in a ball gown, and a tiara was balanced on my head as soon as my grandmother was

done brushing my hair.

“You look beautiful and elegant, Mi Amor.” My mother murmured as she brushed a kiss against my

forehead.

“The most prettiest princess ever.” My grandmother cooed as she adjusted my tiara.

I was eighteen years old, it had been my birthday, the day I was supposed to be officially coronated.

It was one of the happiest memories I had of my mother and my grandmother, one I’d always cherish.

I didn’t even know when we arrived at James’ house until I felt him lightly shaking me.

I blinked up at him, and then I hastily wiped my hand over my cheeks on feeling tears rolling down

them. Mortified, I averted my gaze and cleared my throat.

“Are we there yet?”

“Actually, yes. That’s why I alerted you.”

He slid out of the car after that and made his way to my side. Because of how drained I was currently

feeling, instead of hastily letting myself out of the car before he gets a chance to like I’d do on a normal

day, I remained in my seat and tried to get my bearings together.

He pulled the door open and I slid out, clutching the small purse containing my phone and my keys to

my side.

I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes, nor could I bring myself to actually understand why he cared

enough to do this.

He had said he couldn’t bring himself to leave me all by myself tonight, which had once again, brought

me back to that same question.

Why.

“Let’s head in.” He murmured, nodding towards the direction where a large looking house loomed over.

I nodded at him and fell into steps beside him, feeling my breath catch in my throat as we neared the

house.

It was more like a mansion, and as we made our way into the house, I got pulled into so many

memories that made tears prickled my eyes.

I hastily blinked the tears away, but on glancing up at him to catch him staring at me, I wasn’t sure I had

been smooth like I had hoped.

I cleared my throat before speaking, but my voice still managed to sound really thick with emotions.

“Your house is beautiful.”

He smiled at me as glanced around the said house. “Thank you.”

“Let me show you to your room.”

And off we went, up the stairs and past a few doors before finally stopping before one. He made his

way into the room and flicked the lights on, with me falling into steps behind him.

The main color of the room was cream, the bed was very wide and comfortable looking, making my

back ache from the desire to sink into it. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Once upon a time, this was a normality for me, until it wasn’t.

Now, it’s a luxury so unexpected, I felt so many emotions clog my throat.

James began to speak before I could gather myself into a pile.

“You must be exhausted, I’d suggest trying to get some sleep immediately. I don’t like the fact that

you’re yet to have dinner, but I’m not sure you’d be able to stomach a thing right now.”

My heart fluttered at his words and I nodded my head. “Yeah, I really won’t be able to keep any food

down right now.”

As he was making his way out of the room, I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing his wrist, and he

instantly halted.

“Thank you so much, James.” I whispered while staring at up at him, meaning every word.

“Of course, you don’t need to thank me. Now, get some sleep.”

It wasn’t a surprise that I hadn’t been able to sleep, only tossing around in bed for the first few hours

before giving up on pretending like I wasn’t on the verge of a breakdown.

The tears didn’t take long to start pouring once again, and they didn’t stop this time. The pain was gut

wrenching in my heart, I couldn’t believe I had lost my grandmother for good this time.

James had found me that way.

He didn’t give me any time to get mortified, instead, he sank into the bed and tugged me into his arms,

and I willingly went, sinking into his warm chest and sobbing uncontrollably, while his hands slid

through my hair and his other hand lightly patted my back.

I didn’t know when I actually fell asleep.