Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 372

James’ pov

I have a whole lot of questions.

I couldn’t help but feel confused and lost, I wasn’t sure of what it was that had actually happened. One

moment, we were both entering the restaurant and had been able to head over to their table, only for

everything to turn around in the blink of an eye.

I shot a quick glance at Blair and felt something shift inside of me.

Something was definitely terribly wrong.

Blair was hunched over and sobbing into her palm, the sobs were hard enough to wrack through her

entire body, and the sound made my inside twist in a very bad way.

Because I was already sure that she wasn’t going to appreciate me trying to touch her in order to

comfort her, I stuck to driving her back home and keeping silent.

I had a lot of things to ask. I was now curious about a lot of things, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask her

any of the questions in my head right now, seeing as she was literally falling apart.

The fact that I hadn’t even cared about the fact that the dinner which I had been looking forward to for

days had automatically been ruined until right now was just registering in me right now.

I glanced at her once again. She wasn’t crying heavily anymore, but her shoulders still shook every few

seconds and her face was still buried deep in her hands.

She most definitely doesn't want me to see her like this.

But I don’t care. I wasn’t going to leave her tonight.

At least, not until I was a hundred percent sure that she was fine.

I focused on the road once again, channeling all my attention on the road once again. The traffic wasn’t

so much right now like it had been when I had been heading to the restaurant with Blair, which is why it

wasn’t long before I was pulling out in front of Blair’s building.

I turned off the inginator and turned around to glance at her fully. She was seated straight this time,

face emotionless. The only thing off about her facial expression now, was the streaks of tears over her

cheeks and the way tears still swam in her eyes.

Before I could speak, she beat me to it.

“You don’t have to see me inside. I’ll see myself in.” She spoke and I blinked at her in confusion.

“I’m so sorry the dinner couldn’t go as planned, it’s all my fault and –”

“What are you saying?” I found myself asking, already feeling a scowl start to form on my face.

“I mean, um… you’re angry I had ruined your plans for the evening, right?”

I scowled at her this time. “The fuck I am. Why would you even think that? Do I look angry at you?”

She bit her lip and hesitantly nodded her head.

“That’s because of you assuming that my concern right now was about the failed dinner.”

“Oh.” She mumbled. I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the car, heading to her side of the car. When I

got the door open, she looked like a deer caught in a headlight.

“Uh, you really don’t have to accompany me upstairs, I can do that myself, and you know I’m not

running away or something. I’m still going to pay you and –“

“Blair, shut up, and alight the fucking car.” I said and watched as her eyes widened, and then she

scrambled out.

Her reaction right now was telling enough that she wasn’t herself right now.

I held her forearm and led the way up the stairs, her skin felt impossibly soft in my palm. She was

staring down intently and I feared that she was going to start crying really soon.

When we got to her apartment’s door, her hands were shaking too much and she dropped the keys

thrice before I grabbed it from her and got her door open effortlessly. I asked to be let in and she didn’t

even put up a fight, which was another sign that something was definitely terribly wrong.

The Blair I knew would rather eat dust than allow me into her apartment.

It was a studio apartment, and a really thin bed was in the middle of it.

How does her body not hurt on that?

I didn’t mean to judge, but as my eyes raked everywhere in a quick glance, I couldn’t help but wonder

how she was surviving all by herself here.

I glanced back at Blair to see her slumped down against one part of the wall, legs pulled up before her.

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“You done judging?” She asked and I flinched.

“I wasn’t!”

“Sure. Leave already.” She spoke next, but her words didn’t have any bite, it didn’t hold the usual snap.

“Why would I do that?” I asked and she rolled eyes and laughed, but it was a watery one.

“Because I wanna cry in private, perhaps?” She asked, blinking continuously and I felt that same

aching feeling in my chest instantly return.

“Why do you wanna cry? What happened?” I asked tentatively, taking small steps towards her.

“That’s none of your business.” She pointed out.

“But, I want to know why.”

“You don’t have to, you don’t need to.” She reminded me.

I stopped a few feet away from her and exhaled slowly.

“I- I’m worried about you, okay? You seemed like you were really troubled by something back at the

restaurant.”

“Look, just go. You don’t really care, no one does. Just leave.” Her voice broke this time and my face

morphed into a really confused one.

“But, I do care.” I said as I closed the distance between us and crouched low before her. Tears were

streaming down her face once again and her entire body was trembling.

I wanted to pull her into my arms and thoroughly comfort her but I knew that wasn’t the next step yet.

“No, you don’t. No one does.” She said through her tears and I felt my heart break.

Just what had she gone through to make her come to this conclusion vehemently?

After some more back and forth argument and then some persuasions, she ends up confessing the

reason for her tears.

Her grandma is dead.

The one who was announced on the television back at the restaurant – and that woman was from a

really prestigious family, hence why her death had been aired on television.

And, that same person is related to… Blair?

If I hadn’t been confused before, then I was more than confused right now.

There was a lot of questions I wanted to ask, and seeing Blair cry right now while hugging her knees to

herself wasn’t a pleasant sight in any way.

It was literally breaking my heart.

With that, I pushed myself to my feet and held my hand out to her.

“C’mon, get up.”

Her tear filled eyes widened in confusion. “What?”

“You’re coming home with me.”