Chapter 9 Piqued Interest
# Finished
Zevan paused beside Minerva, casually slipping one hand into his pocket as he leaned toward her. His voice dropped to a whisper, “The Lemieux family has an odd rule–the bride must be a virgin.”
Their interaction seemned unusually intimate, with Zevan leaning in close, whispering in her ear like how newlyweds would.
Dorothy, observing them with a soft chuckle, smiled warmly. “Seeing how well you two get along. I’m relieved.”
She turned to Minerva with a delighted look, continuing. “Im well aware of the rumors surrounding the mafia boss, and of my grandson’s identity. But my dear, trust me, he’s not at all like what the world makes him out to be.”
Minerva nodded with a smile, having noticed this detail the night before.
At twenty–seven, Zevan was arguably the youngest mafia boss in recent memory. His youth, however, was a double–edged sword. It attracted numerous attempts on his life from within his own family, as rivals saw his age as a weakness.
In the early days of his reign in Hepliam, Zevan had been forced to adopt a ruthless and cold–blooded approach. He had to make an example of those who tried to assassinate him, torturing them to death to prove his strength. Any sign of mercy would have led the old–timers to perceive him as nothing more than a vulnerable, easily toppled leader.
“What do you think?” Zevan’s voice was low as he leaned in close to Minerva’s ear, his breath warm against her delicate skin. The closeness made her heart flutter, but she resisted the urge to pull away.
“All right, honey, it’s time for you to have breakfast,” she replied, turning around to feed him a piece of bacon from her plate. Minerva silently reminded herself to play the part of a perfect mafia wife in front of Dorothy. A good wife ensured her husband was well–cared for, especially at meal times.
Francis quickly blurted out, “Mrs. Lemieux, Sir has mysophobia!”
Zevan’s severe mysophobia was well–known, and that bacon had come from Minerva’s plate. He wouldn’t be able to tolerate eating something Minerva had touched. Francis rushed to grab some mouthwash, all while silently hoping that Zevan wouldn’t erupt in anger or take extreme measures against his newlywed wife.
Minerva’s eyes widened slightly as she glanced at Zevan. She had been so focused on playing the role of the perfect wife that she had momentarily forgotten her husband was not only a mafia boss but also someone with strict rules she had to navigate carefully.
After being fed, Zevan straightened up, his handsome brows furrowing slightly. Under the watchful gaze of everyone in the room, he ate the bacon offered to him without hesitation.
Francis was stunned. He just ate it like that? Does he not have mysophobial Even a simple handshake with someone makes him clean his hands with a handkerchief, let alone eating something someone else has touched.
Dorothy observed everything with a knowing smile. Having lived for over seventy years, she had developed an astute eye for people. From the moment she laid eyes on Minerva, she knew–this girl was clearly meant to be with her grandson.
“All right, both of you shared a breakfast, Seems my grandson’s mysophobia isn’t as extreme as I thought, Dorothy said with
a smile.
Minerva, holding the fork and knife she had used to feed Zevan, hesitated as she glanced at the rest of the food on her plate. She was torn between continuing to eat or getting a fresh set of utensils.
At that moment, Zevan took a seat, his narrowed eyes studying her with concern. “Why aren’t you eating? Come on, cat. What’s the matter? Do you have mysophobia too?”
Minerva shook her head. It wasn’t that she had mysophobia; she just felt that this was perhaps a bit too intimate.
At the same time, Minerva was perplexed. Can the rules of the mafia boss be broken just like that? Does he not have any standards at
Quickly finishing her meal with her knife and fork, she said, “I’m done eating.”
Zevan observed his newlywed wife, a small smile tugging at his lips as he noticed her embarrassed expression. To him, she looked undeniably endearing, and it only deepened his admiration for her.
Chapter 9 Piqued Interest
His gaze sermed to be drawn to her without his control, a growing fascination that he hadn’t anticipated. When the realization hit him, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. A ruthless and cold–hearted mafia boss, unexpectedly developing an interest in his arranged wife after such a brief time together–he knew this was a dangerous path.
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