Chapter 237:
Robert's POV
I didn't know how to answer her. I didn't know if what I felt was truly love, but I knew that I went insane when she wasn't near me, and I was ready to kill anyone who even looked at her. But was that love? Mafia men don't love; it's not in our nature. My body went rigid under her searching gaze, and a heavy silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of her expectant breathing.
"What is wrong with you? Why aren't you answering?" she asked, her voice tinged with bitterness as she watched my frozen state.
I would have preferred to take another bullet to the chest rather than answer that damn question. I averted my eyes, my voice turning cold. "Why are you asking?"
"Because I want to know," she insisted, her grip tightening on my arm.
I exhaled a sharp breath of frustration. "It isn't necessary to know everything."
