Mafia King’s Innocent Bride

SOPHIE’S POV

I woke up without Vincent beside me. I roamed my eyes around the room, but I didn’t find him.

“Vincent?”

I got off the bed and picked up my clothes on the floor and wore it.

Where did he go?

I suddenly remembered that first time something between the two of us. He also left me inside my room.

Did he do it again?

Did he leave me again?

I was about to open the door to go out when someone opened it.

“V-Vincent!”

“Where are you going?” He asked me as soon as he stepped inside the room holding a tray of food.

I looked at him. “I-I thought you already left me..”

“And why would I leave you here?”

“I-I just thought you–

“Come on, sit right there. We’ll have our breakfast.”

He walked towards the round table and put the food that he brought. He then sat on the couch and looked at me.

“Sit on my lap. I’ll feed you.”

“Huh?”

“Sit here.” He said, tapping his lap.

My lips formed a smile as I walked towards him and obeyed what he said. I sat on his lap, facing him.

“Did you make all of that?” I asked him.

“Well, no. I just asked if from the people downstairs then brought it here.”

I laughed. “Still, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you for bringing something for breakfast.”

I leaned closer to him and gave him a kiss.

“Thank you for my breakfast. Now, you have to eat.”

“How about you?”

“I’ll feed my breakfast first.”

My brows furrowed. “Huh?”

“You are my breakfast, Sophie. That’s why you need to eat to have some energy.”

My face automatically turned red. “Vincent, aren’t you tired yet?”

“Nope, never.”

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“What do you think of this dress?” I asked Vincent when we were finally outside the villa. It was a yellow sundress.

I asked him to go for a walk for a while since I didn’t want him to ask for doing ‘if’ again. I got tired because of what happened last night. After he asked me to ride him last night, he didn’t stop asking me other things until he got tired.

Vincent stared at me for a while. “Wanna go back to our room? I think it’s getting hot in here again.”

“Vincent!”

“Just kidding. You look dashing, babe. Just make sure you won’t let other moron stare at you or I’ll surely punch them in the face.”

I laughed. “Of course you are not going to do that.”

“I can. If it has something to do with you.”

We just walked along the beach, holding hands while watching the sea.

“Vincent.”

“Huh?”

“What are we going to do when we get home?”

“We’ll tell them we’re getting married again.” He said nonchalantly.

I looked at him. “But what if they’re against it?”

“I don’t care. We’re going to get married no matter what happens and we won’t be listening to any of their fucking opinions.”

“I’m scared…”

“Scared of what?”

“Of everything. Everything that’s going to happen when we finally go back.”

Vincent pulled me closer to him. “You don’t have to be afraid. I will never leave your side so there’s no need for you to worry. I love you, Sophie. I love you so much.”

“I love you too…”

With those words of Vincent, I felt calm and safe. He’s still as possessive as the Vincent that I knew, but I think he’s more expressive now. He keeps on telling me he loves me now.

How I wish we could just stay on that island forever.