Chapter 143


    Luca’s POV


    “Dinner’s ready, sir.” Matilda’s voice echoed from the entrance of the sitting room once again, and I


    nced behind the couch to stare at her. “Thank you, Matilda.” I murmured with a nod of my head and


    waited until she had turned back around and made her way out of the sitting room, before returning


    back to the position I was sitting in moments ago.


    “Let’s go have dinner,” I said softly to her as I turned my head around to stare at her and she nodded


    her head a couple of times with a whispered ‘alright’. We’ve been in here after Matilda had gone back


    to the kitchen in order to prepare my own dinner, and we’ve been mostly left in a couple of stretched


    out nket of silence, the rest of the time that had passed by, has been with the both of us lightly


    discussing about music, and she had been shy although, and would start blushing and wouldn’t be able


    to stare at the television well, whenever a music videoes up and the video had explicit content in it.


    Albeit her shyness, she had still been able to converse with me somewhat and I had found myself


    wanting to listen to her speak forever in that light, tiny and almost breathless voice of hers.


    I pushed myself onto my feet and stretched my hand out to her in invitation and she froze for a few


    seconds, before darting her eyes towards my face and back to my outstretched hand only to return


    back to my face once again and I nodded my head at her reassuringly. She slowly lifted her right hand


    from the top of her thighs and slowly ced it in mine, her hand still not able to take more than like half


    of the space on my opened palm. I closed my hand around hers and watched as her mouth parted a


    little, just as I pulled her out of the seat with a sure and firm tug. She was out of the couch in a second,


    and in the next, her body was being tugged into mine.


    She ced her other hand on my chest in order to steady herself, seeing as her head came to lightly


    tap against the middle of my chest, as I had pulled on her hand. She had stared up at me after that,


    while I was already staring down at her and our eyes met immediately. She looked away as soon as


    our eyes had locked, and she was moving away from my body as well, by taking a couple of step back


    and muttering words of apologies for mming into my body.


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    I dismissed her trail of apologies with a wave of my free hand, and then I started to make my way out of


    the sitting room, with my right hand firmly but not too tightly wrapped around her small fingers. She


    walked beside me as I made my way through the hallway, and I took everything in me to not swoop


    down and lift her up in my arms because she was just so cute and small looking. On the day we had


    walked beside each other was only a one time thing, on the day we had gotten married. And even then,


    when she had obviously been in a pair of high heeled shoes, her head hadn’t still been able to pass the


    length of my shoulders.


    Now that she was walking bare footed, her head had managed to reach around my breast area as I


    made my way straight into the dinning room area, without going through the kitchen first, then walking


    into dining room through the doors adjoining them together.


    I let go of her hand as soon as I got to the far end of the table where two tes had been set up and I


    pulled her chair out for her, holding it as she sank into it gracefully, her cheeks pinking up in a little


    embarrassment as our eyes locked after I had pushed her chair back from her. She averted her gaze


    with a blush and I sank into my seat as well, we were only a few feet apart, because I was sitting on the


    head of the dining room, while Sofia was sitting in the seat on my immediate right hand side.


    We started eating a few minutester and I tried my best not to stare at her face too much as she ate,


    because each time she caught me watching her, it took more than a minute more before she’d be able


    to bring herself to pick up another tiny bit of waffles. I had a feeling she didn’t usually eat this slowly


    and carefully whenever she was on her own, or eating with Sarah and Matilda, and was only eating this


    way because it was clearly unusual for the both of us to share a meal together, coupled with the fact


    that she might still be scared of me still, counting on all the amount of rumors she’d have heard before


    she got married off to me.


    I couldn’t control myself from staring at her face every few moments though, because literally


    everything she does made her look really good in a cute way.


    Not like I’ve even seen her doing a lot of things to begin with.


    But, nevertheless…


    I couldn’t help but stare at her as her lips wrapped around her fork each time she pulled the waffles off


    the fork with her mouth being wrapped around the fork.


    And I didn’t n on finding it hot when I had decided to have dinner with her, but staring at it right now,


    and watching as her eyes slide almost close each time she was about to pull another bit or waffles off


    the top of the fork, i couldn’t help the heated feeling that had gathered in the middle of my chest,


    immediately after the first time she did it. And as she kept eating, that heat only kept heightening


    instead of going out and leaving me be.


    It wasn’t like she was doing it in an overly sexy way, it was that she was even trying to appear


    seductive like a few women I had dined with had been doing almost throughout the meal… It was the


    fact that she obviously wasn’t even trying at all, all she was doing was innocently eating and flushing


    red in embarrassment each time our eyes locked, and my gaze was always drawn to her lips every


    damn time.


    Perhaps it was this innocent air floating around her… oh, it had definitely got to be it, because I myself


    couldn’t understand all the feelings boiling up in the middle of my chest, all I could make out of those


    jumbled up feelings, was the fact that I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to suck her lower lips into my


    mouth and swipe at it with the tip of my tongue. I also wanted to take her into my arms, and not the one


    where we’d we cuddling, that was a huge bonus, but not what I had really wanted ever since I had sat


    beside her on the couch as soon as I had arrived home this evening, it was a feeling of me wanting to


    pull her into my thighs and press her front against my chest with her thighs on each side of my waist,


    and feel her body slowly rx into mine, with my hand banding her to my with a firm grip around her


    waist, and another softer grip on her hair. Or I could just leave her to rx against my body, with my


    fingers absent mindedly moving across the soft expanse of the exposed skin of her thighs.


    I also wanted to lift her up into my hands and have her wrap her legs around my waist, with my hand


    holding her up effortlessly with firm holds beneath her thighs… now that I was starting to think about it,


    I wanted to do some other things to her as well, like to call her a good girl after she do whatever I ask


    her to, because her following my order, only meant that she wanted to be good for me, and wasn’t that


    the best feeling ever?


    I was already done with my own meal at this point and I was just sitting in my seat with my eyes glued


    on her. I watched her stubbly eye the bottle or syrup at the side of the table and almost snicker at her


    facial expression each time she stared at it, before she’d end up staring away from it, like she wasn’t


    supposed to look at it.


    “Do you want more Syrup, Sofia?” I asked in a low voice and I watched as her eyes jumped up to stare


    at my face for a couple of seconds, before lowering her eyes and nodding her head once.