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Zevan had encountered all kinds of perfumes before, but none of them had ever appealed to him. Most scents left him repulsed, sometimes even making him feel nauseous. Yet the fragrance surrounding Minerva was different–soothing. pleasant, and unexpectedly pleasing to his senses.
Curiosity flickered in Zevan’s eyes as he leaned slightly closer to Minerva, his voice lowering to a hushed tone. “What perfume are you wearing?”
The scent seemed to possess an almost magnetic pull, drawing him closer.
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Minerva, startled by his question, turned to face him. However, in that brief moment, the distance between them closed unexpectedly, and before either could react, their lips brushed together.
What have I done? Did I just kiss my mafia husband? She remembered Francis mentioning Zevan’s mysophobia, and anxiety gripped her as she searched for something to say. This was her first kiss–something she’d always hoped to save for someone she truly loved, not this mafia boss before her.
To her surprise, Zevan pulled back slightly. His gaze lingered on her red lips, his throat visibly tightening. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice low. “I didn’t mean to… it was an accident.”
Zevan had no idea what he was talking about. He should have been furious, should have accused her of stealing a kiss.
But his rational side knew the truth–it was he who had drawn closer to Minerva, not the other way around. She had simply turned to answer him.
Minerva let out a quiet sigh of relief. She realized, to her surprise, that he wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he had apologized with a surprising touch of politeness.
“No… It’s… okay…” Minerva stammered, her nervousness evident in her shaky voice. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. This man was just too handsome, and his polite, gentle apology left her flustered and unsure of how to respond.
Thankfully, at that moment, the car arrived at their destination. The automatic lock clicked open, and with a sense of urgency, Minerva quickly reached for the door. “I’ll get out first. Thank you so much for driving me home, Sir.”
Zevan’s lips curled into a charming, magnetic smile, and a soft, pleasant laugh escaped his throat.
“Honey,” he said with a teasing tone, “your husband’s name is Zevan Lemieux. You can call me Zevan. Of course, I wouldn’t mind if you called me Darling.”
Minerva was momentarily taken aback. Logically, they were only bound by marriage, with no real affection between them. Out of respect, she should have referred to him as “Sir.” Yet, Zevan offered to let her call him by his first name and even use affectionate nicknames.
“Got it, Mr. Lemieux. Goodbye.” Minerva waved a small, polite farewell from outside the car to Zevan.
Today, she wore a red sweater, the fabric riding up as she waved, revealing her surprisingly slender waist. Zevan hadn’t noticed the details yesterday, but now, he realized just how graceful and sensual his newlywed wife truly was.
“I have a meeting later. I’ll come pick you up afterwards, Zevan said.
Minerva hesitated for a moment, wanting to refuse. But if I declined, would he hold a grudget He won’t right!
“You are now the wife of a mafia boss. I have to ensure your safety,” Zevan said, his tone firm.
Minerva nodded, no longer refusing.
At that moment, Emilia Somerville, who lived on the third floor of the mansion, quietly watched the exchange from her window.
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There were rumors that the boss despised unfaithful women. If she could scheme with her mother to lure Minerva into an affair, the mafia boss would surely demand her execution.
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