The Inoccent Wife Of The Mafia Boss (Under Major Editing)

CHAPTER 32

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CHAPTER 32:

Liliana Charlotte Seina Vanidestine

We were on our way back to Theodore's mansion now, and the entire drive was enveloped in silence. Following us were the cars of his friends, a constant reminder of the world we were re-entering.

Before we left my dad's house, I had changed clothes, having had to replace the outfit my husband had torn earlier. The memory of what had just happened lingered in my mind, mixing excitement with a hint of embarrassment. I couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as we navigated through the familiar streets, the weight of the day's events pressing down on me.

As the mansion came into view, I wondered what awaited us inside. Would things go back to normal, or had everything shifted forever?

Medyo na bitin din ako kanina, for sure na bitin din ang asawa ko, halata sa muka nito ang galit sa mga kaibigan nito.

—Flashback

"Fuck!” Theodore cursed angrily as he got off the bed, frustration evident in his voice. He grabbed his shirt and handed it to me, urging me to put it on.

Without hesitation, I slipped into his shirt, feeling the warmth of his scent enveloping me. The soft fabric felt comforting against my skin, especially after the whirlwind of emotions we had just experienced.

I managed to adjust my bra underneath, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty despite the chaotic atmosphere. My heart was still racing from everything that had just happened, and I could feel the tension in the room as Theodore paced restlessly.

Nako mahirap na baka makita akong ganito ng kumatok, at kung si daddy man yung kumatok patay ako sa kaniya nito.

"What?" Iritang tanong ni Theodore sa kumatok sa pinto ng kwarto ko nang ma buksan niya na ito.

"May mga lalaki nag hahanap sa Inyo, sir." Boses iyun ng bagong kasambahay ni daddy dito.

I couldn't understand why there was a housekeeper here, especially since my dad's guards surrounded the entire mansion.

The new housekeeper looked to be about the same age as my dad. It wasn't immediately obvious from her face, but I could tell she was in that age range.

“Who are they?” my husband asked coldly, his tone sharp and unyielding as he surveyed the room.

The tension in his voice made me uneasy. I could feel the protective instinct radiating from him, as if he sensed a threat in the very air around us. I wondered how he would react to whatever the answer was, and I felt a knot tightening in my stomach.

"Mga kaibigan niyo daw 'ho, sir." Sagot naman nito sa asawa ko.

“Tell them I’ll be there shortly,” my husband said decisively before slamming the door behind him without a word of explanation.