Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband Chapter 180 Unspoken Worry

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At Matteo's insistence. Emily reluctantly agreed to return to his apartment. When they arrived, the woman. who had been there was gone-no trace of her remained. Emily felt a wave of relief, but a gnawing sense of skepticism lingered. Why was Matteo Vinci, a powerful attorney, so eager to help her? Could it really be that he wanted nothing in return?

Stealing a glance through her eyelashes, Emily studied him. The notorious playboy attorney sat across from her, absorbed in reading through case files on his laptop. She remained tense on the sofa, her mind running in circles, wondering what his real intentions were. To her surprise, Matteo made no move on her. He didn't try to take advantage of the situation or exploit her vulnerability. Instead, he remained completely respectful, his demeanor calm and professional the entire time they were alone in his apartment. In fact, Matteo was so deeply engrossed in reading the case files and searching for information about Tomas that he almost forgot Emily was sitting there across from him. Emily watched intently, intrigued by the subtle changes in his expression as he delved deeper into the details.

After a while, Matteo lifted his head and found Emily's eager, impatient gaze fixed on him, her big doe eyes silently asking numerous questions. However, he didn't want to stoke her curiosity further. The case was more complex than it initially appeared, and Tomas was proving to be more challenging than his simple demeanor suggested. Taking a deep breath, Matteo prepared to speak

"Okay, I've reviewed your case briefly, and I'll start working on it tomorrow," Matteo said, finally lifting his head. His voice was cold, his expression sharp and focused.

"I've gathered some evidence through my sources. I'll hand it over to you," Emily replied.

"What evidence do you have?" Matteo asked, leaning forward with interest, resting his elbows on his knees. and clasping his hands together.

"I have his written prescriptions showing that he administered those drugs

to my parents. It was difficult to obtain, but I got it somehow," Emily explained, her eyes reflecting her helplessness. Seeing her like this made Matteo clench his jaw.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure Tomas gets the punishment he deserves under the law," he assured her, his tone firm as he gave a single, resolute nod.

"Thank you," Emily replied softly, rising from her seat. I guess I should be going now," she murmured, her fingers fidgeting nervously.

Matteo's gaze flickered to her hands for a brief moment. His sharp eyes caught every subtle movement- an instinct ingrained by years of practice. It was second nature to him now, reading people's body language as easily as reading their words. When Mauleo noticed her fidgeting fingers and how she avoided meeting his eyes, he didn't press her to stay. He could sense her nervousness about being alone with him.

"Alright, I'll have my chauffeur take you home," he offered calmly.

"There's no need." Emily quickly replied. "I'll head back to the hotel and pick up my car from there." She remembered she had left it in the hotel parking lot when she had come to Matteo's place in his car.

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firm but gentle. Extending his hand, palm facing up, he silently asked for her car keys, his eyes steady on

hers.

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Emily sighed, wanting to refuse his help, but before she could speak, Matteo, as if reading her mind, gently pressed, "Please, I insist." He paused, his gaze steady and serious as he added, "And I won't let you home or to the hotel alone-it's quite late."

She looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of formality or insincerity, but he seemed genuine. Reluctantly, she reached into her bag, pulling out her keys, and handed them to him.

Matteo escorted her to the parking lot, instructing his driver to take her home safely. Just as the chauffeur moved to open the car door, Matteo stopped him and did it himself. Emily blushed, a shy smile playing on her lips as she muttered, "Thank you," before sliding into the car. Matteo closed the door gently and stood there, watching as the car pulled away, not moving until if disappeared from his sight.

Then something dark flickered in Matteo's eyes as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. The warmth in his expression vanished, replaced by a cold intensity. As as the call connected, his voice

sharpened, "I need you to do something for me."

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