Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 64

Sofia’s POV

“That’s all, Tyler, right?” I heard Luca’s voice echoed throughout the sitting room from a spot behind me

and quickly turned my head around to check where he was speaking from.

He was leaning against the wall, a few feet away from the doorway leading out of the sitting room and I

turned my head back around and stared back down at my thighs the moment after our eyes had locked

and held for a fleeting second.

Luca had been there this whole time?

The fact or probability that he had been there, staring at me as I had spoken to the doctor in a way that

might have been almost borderline rude was making my stomach knot up unconsciously. I shifted on

my seat, tangling my fingers together and brushing it lightly against my gown-covered thighs, sending a

quiet thank you to God for making me decide to wear a gown that was quite long compared to the rest

of my clothes, this morning.

“Yeah, I’m almost done.” The doctor, Tyler, replied to Luca before shaking a cup shaped plastic over a

white pack until a few tablets had slid into it. He walked over to me and handed the white pack to me

which I accepted, while waiting to tell me what these set of particular last minute tablets were used for.

“This is for your worms, I take it you haven’t dewormed in a while?” He started to say, ending his

sentence with a question and I shook my head slowly from side to side.

“No, I haven’t. It’s been over four months, or there about.” I said to him and he nodded his head at me

before walking back towards the couch where all his stuffs were spread out on. “I figured, it was why

your worms reacted the way they did, to those drugs.” He said without glancing up from his stuff which This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

he had started packing into his bag– a black bag which I didn’t notice before until this very moment.

“If you make use of the medications the way it has been prescribed, you’d be totally alright before the

end of tomorrow… but that doesn’t mean you should stop making use of the drug once you start feeling

completely strong once again.” He paused beside the couch I was sitting on before continuing, “If you

do that, the whole thing would only end up coming out again after a while, so it’s best to fight it off and

kill it completely once and for all.” He finally ended his sentence, pulling the hand of his bag more

securely against his left shoulder.

“Do get better soon and have a good night, Mrs Ricci.” He said to me and I nodded my head at me with

a small wave of my right fingers. “Thank you, and you too, Doctor.”

He refused to give in to the curiosity ending the insides of my head and mind, ignoring the whole lure

end hum of the curiosity that wanted me to turn my head around to stare at Luca once again and see if

he was exchanging words quietly with Tyler, so I wouldn’t hear a thing.

I ended up not giving in to my curiosity and instead remained sitting on the couch, my stomach still

hurting from time to time, while I stare down my thighs and do nothing but hum quietly beneath my

breath.

Loud footsteps echoed around and got closer and closer until I couldn’t help but give in to the curious

feeling in my head and turn around to see the doorway empty of either Luca nor the doctor. A fleeting

second later, Sarah and Sofia showed up in the doorway, Matilda displaying a wide smile for me as she

made her way into the sitting room, obviously more eager than Sarah because she had gotten to the

side of the couch where I was sitting, a minute later.

“Hey Matilda.” I greeted her with a small smile and got taken aback when she threw her arms around

my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. I remained frozen in her arms, not expecting her to pull me into

a hug at all. But then I relaxed into the hug almost immediately, squeezing her with barely enough

enthusiasm she was using to hug me and jolt me around a little.

A sharp pain vibrated in my lower and I couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath, still cocooned in her

hug. She felt the moment I pulled in a sharp breath and pulled me out of the hug almost immediately,

holding me at arm’s length and trying to see if there was something physically.

I knew there’d be distress written out on my face, but that was only because of the stomach pains and

nothing more at the moment.

“Oh my gosh, did I hurt you, Sofia?” Matilda asked immediately, grabbing my hand in hers and holding

it in such a delicate way and I shook my head immediately, squeezing on her fingers unconsciously

because that was something I was extremely used to doing with my younger brother every since he

could walk as a toddler, and I had no idea I had missed that tiny gesture so much until this very

moment.

I released my hold on her fingers and placed my hand back on my thighs, feeling suddenly weird. I

wouldn’t squeeze on anyone’s fingers unless that person was my younger brother, if not, I’d be

remembered of the thing I had come to love throughout my childhood time – something that had meant

so much to me and had been suddenly taken away from me.

“No, no. You didn’t hurt me.” I replied to Matilda and breathed out a small laugh when she stared at me

with a skeptical look on her face before reaching out and placing my palm against her warm cheek,

feeling her soft skin press into my palm. “I am serious, you didn’t do a thing.” I paused until she nodded

her head in understanding, the skepticism washed away from her face immediately, before I continued.

“It’s just me. My stomach is hurting on and off, and it’s hurting really badly. That’s what’s wrong.”

“Sofia honey.” I heard Sarah start to say and I dragged my gaze off Matilda’s face to focus it on Sarah’s

face to watch her with a small smile playing across the side of her lips.

“How are you feeling now?” Sarah asked and I shrugged my shoulders a little before huffing out a small

breath. “Well, I’m feeling a lot better, knowing that it wasn’t because of the tablets I had made use of

that had brought about this stomach pains and my passing out.” I said to her and I watched as the

smile slowly drained off her face.

“But Sofia! Why didn’t you come down to eat this afternoon?” Sarah asked, looking almost hurt and I

had on a small sheepish facial expression on my face before shrugging my shoulders again, “It was

because I wasn’t feeling hungry at all, and I had just decided to make use of the drugs since I had

planned to come down and have dinner a little bit earlier than I usually do.” I replied to her in a small

voice and I felt Matilda start to wrap her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her arms.

I gave myself into it, allowing myself to be engulfed into her warm arms. She smelled really nice—

really nicer than I had expected since she usually spent a lot of time in the kitchen, but she smelled of

flowers and sunshine and it was honestly refreshing to my nose and I dragged in a deep breath through

my nose, allowing her to tighten her arms around my shoulders even more. This was most definitely

unusual for me because I could count the amount of people I’ve been hugged by, in my whole life.

For one, apart from the nurse who had hugged me in the hospital after my younger brother had broken

his arm, my grandmother had hugged me as well when I was still very little, and that was pretty much it.

My friends and I exchanged a little hug in school once in a while, but I never felt any of those hugs,

perhaps it was because I wasn’t really emotionally connected with any of them.

But I was feeling Matilda’s hug alright, it was vibrating in the middle of my heart and I inhaled her scent

once again, feeling my chest expand a little. My stomach worms chose that particular moment to attack

another part of my stomach, making me cry out a little in pain and Matilda’s arms disappeared off my

shoulders almost immediately, to my disappointment.

“You’re hurting the poor girl, Matilda.” Sarah admonished from her spot on the other side of the couch

and I shook my head immediately, using my hand to caress the lower part of my abdomen slowly.

“No, no. It’s not Matilda, it’s all me. My stomach, I mean.” I said to Sarah and watched as another

concerned looked crossed her face once again. I felt like she wanted to do something but wasn’t sure

about how I was going to respond to the gesture – which the way she was almost fidgeting on the

couch.

“So ma’am, what would you like to eat tonight?” Matilda asked, an excited expression coming to spread

across her face as the topic about what she was going to cook got brought by her.

The amount of excitement she gets just from the thought of preparing food.

It was a whole lot