Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

et Chapter 243 His Beloved

Matteo's heart seemed to stop as he realized how angry Emily was-she wouldn't even loo direction, acting as though he didn't exist. Damn. He was definitely in trouble, and he knew it. 24.70%

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"But Emily, at least hear him out. He only came to see if you're alright," Aria urged gently, trying to ease the tension.

She felt bad for Matteo, fearing he might feel humiliated, but she was also slightly irritated with him. He brought this on himself, she thought. Why had he insisted on disturbing Emily at such an hour? Still, as a guest, she treated him with respect and politeness. "I'm going to sleep, and you should too, Mia," Emily said, dodging her friend's urging. She moved her hand, already resting on the door, to close it without giving Aria a chance to respond.

Matteo's heart sank as he watched Emily ignore him completely. He couldn't let her walk away with this misunderstanding, and the thought of her punishing him for his family's mistakes sparked frustration. Reacting quickly, he placed his hand against the door, stopping Emily from shutting him out.

"What are you doing, Matteo?" Aria scolded, clearly annoyed by his behavior toward her friend. But Matteo ignored Aria's irritation, his gaze fixed entirely on the woman before him.

Emily struggled to close the door, but Matteo held his hand firmly against it—not pushing, just preventing her from shutting him out. His eyes were calm and gentle, and the pleading expression on his face made Emily feel her resolve silently breaking down. She swallowed, steadying herself as she fought to regain her

composure.

"What are you doing here?" she finally breathed, the furrow between her finely shaped brows deepening as beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and Matteo realized she was feeling uneasy. His first instinct was to give her space, to leave her alone, but he couldn't just walk away and leave her to be on her own. He wanted to be with her, to comfort her in his arms.

"Why did you run off without saying a word?" Matteo's accusing voice echoed in Emily's ears, making her freeze. "I told you we were going on a date, so why did you disappear just like that?" he questioned again, his tone a mix of hurt and frustration.

"I... I..." Emily stammered as she was caught off guard. She hadn't expected Matteo to confront her about their date of all things.

Then, gathering her resolve, she lifted her head and met his gaze with a challenging look. "Did you seriously come all this way just to ask me that question" she shot back, narrowing her eyes

Aria watched the two of them, confused, listening to their exchange. Had she missed something? They didn't seem to have a strictly professional relationship, but something much more personal.

"What's going on here?" Aria asked, glancing between them. Emily chewed her lower lip shyly, a hint of crimson spreading across her cheeks, while Matteo stood silently, waiting for her to respond to her best friend, perhaps to explain the nature of their relationship. "Amore mio, let's give them some space," Alessandro's deep voice resonated from behind her, causing Aria to jump slightly. She turned to see him standing there, surprised at how quietly he had sneaked up on her without her noticing. His expression was calm yet firmas he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began gently guiding her back toward their room.

But Aria resisted glancing huck at Emily in not leaving her alone until I know w she feels comfortable

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Alessandro gazed at Matteo and finally understood what had been so unusual about his lawyer friend. He was deeply in love-with Emily Yang. So, that was why Matteo had gone to such lengths to resolve everything so swiftly and had come all this way to see her as if his life depended on it. However, Alessandro had sensed this the moment Matteo had pushed back against him, insisting on seeing Emily as if he would die if he didn't meet her right then.

Looking at his wife, Alessandro sighed. He knew how his pregnant wife could be stubborn, especially with her pregnancy-hightened mood swings. "Okay, cuore mio. Let's stay back and give them a chance to talk." he murmured softly, hoping to ease her worries. Matteo stepped closer and took Emily's hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "I promised you we would have a date night," he said, his voice soft yet firm, drawing her attention back to him. "And I'm here to fulfill that promise."

Hearing this did little to calm Emily's fury. She was still hurt by what his mother and fiancée had done to her. Pulling her hand back, she walked away from him Matteo followed her into her room, the door left ajar. Aria and Alessandro stood at a distance, watching the unfolding tension.

"Such a cunning lawyer you are, Matteo Vinci." Emily shot back, turning swiftly to face him as she stopped in the middle of the room.

Matteo frowned, realizing she might still be angry about what his family had done to her. "Mon amour, I didn't know about it, and I'm so sorry you had to go through all those difficulties alone," he whispered, his voice laced with pain, making Emily's heart soften for him. "Coming here as you wish and asking for forgiveness won't work, Matteo Vinci. You have your wedding next month, and your family wants you to marry an heiress who can give you children. Why are you here? Go to your fiancée; you're only wasting your time," Emily retorted, her expression icy and resolute.

"Ma douce," Matteo said, his voice laced with both desperation and tenderness," I've told you this before, and I'll say it again: I'm not marrying anyone else. I won't go anywhere until you forgive me and come back to me." His gaze held a deep pleading, reflecting the sincerity of his words.

He wouldn't marry Lia, huh? Yet his fiancée and mother came to threaten her to break up with him. Emily sneered inwardly.

"No, Matteo Vinci. I am done with men like you. No one has the right to hurt me anymore," Emily snapped, her anger spilling out in harsh words. Matteo stood there, watching her with a soft gaze.

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"Your mother and fiancée came to my office, humiliating me because you wanted to be with me, and it's all my fault." Emily scowled, throwing her hands up in frustration.

What?! His mother and his fiancée-his fake fiancée, Lia-went to her office to assault her?! He hadn't known about it before, but now that he did, he was determined not to let them realize how wrong they were to target the woman he loved.

"I was stupid to fall for your lies and believe you," Emily said, averting her eyes. She was telling him what she thought he needed to hear. She wanted him to feel hurt and leave her alone; it was better for him that way. She wasn't good enough for him, and that his future would be doomed if he stayed with her. He should go. He should leave before her resolution dissolved. So she hardened her voice even further.

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"I don't feel anything for you, Mr. Vinci," she said firmly, but the faint tremor in her voice made Matteo realize she wasn't serious.

Liar! The thought amused him, causing a smile to creep across his face.

"We had a good time together, but now it's over. If you don't have anything else to say, please leave," Emily added sternly.

Matteo remained silent, quietly standing with a soft smile on his face. Emily, however, was seething with anger at his calm demeanor.

"What are you smiling at? You don't have anything to say? Cat got your tongue, Matteo Vinci? What happened to the famous attorney of the century?" she mocked, her voice rising with frustration.

Matteo couldn't help but grin, shaking his head as his gaze remained fixed on her. "You still don't understand?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"What?" she snapped, irritation flaring.

"That a man only listens to a woman he loves, and no one else can make him speechless."

Emily was stunned into silence, her anger momentarily forgotten as she processed his words.

"I love you, Emily Yang. I love you so much!"

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