Chapter 44 My Wife Is Alive

After their hot bath. Mia changed into fresh clothes, getting their stuff packed and ready to check out of the hotel. Alessandro approached her with a phone in his hand, holding it out to her. "Here, talk to the kids," he said sternly, but Mia caught something strange in his voice. She took the phone and instantly placed it to her car, speaking eagerly, "Hello!" "Mom! Where are you?" Maximo's impatient baby voice came through the phone speaker, and she sighed before responding. "I got caught in a snowstorm, baby boy. But now the weather is alright and I am coming home. How are you and Gia?" "We're fine, Mom," Mia heard Gia's voice echoing. "Emily is taking care of us." You're on speaker, Mia," she heard Emily saying. "Thank you for taking care of my kids, Emily," Mia murmured. "Come on, you don't have to thank me for taking care of my favorite twins, Emily replied. "By the way, are you alright? I heard there was a very bad snowstorm hitting last night in Fontainebleau, Emily asked with concern. "Yes, Emily. I am fine and..." Mia lifted her gaze and found Alessandro watching her from at distance with his hands tucked in the pockets of his pants and an unreadable expression on his face. "Mr. Valentino is with me. So don't worry." "Mom, who is Mr. Valentino?" Maximo's curious voice came through the phone. "He is... my client, Mia whispered, replying to her son. "Wait, Mia, you went to Fontainebleau with Lord Alexander, right? So how come you are with Mr. Valentino?" Emily asked in confusion. "It's a long story. I will tell you after returning home," Mia replied hesitantly. "Mom, that gentleman who called us and made us talk to you is your client?" Gia's voice. sounded cager. "Yes, sweetie," Mia nodded despite being on the phone and her daughter couldn't see her. He is very nice, and he asked me how Maximo and I were when I beat Maximo and answered the call first," Gia told her mother. Mia looked at Alessandro in surprise. He talked to her kids?! But Gia kept telling her about what else Alessandro had talked to her about before he handed the phone to Mia. Gia sounded very intrigued by the man who was actually her father. Mia's heart stung with the thought that if circumstances were different, her kids would be growing up with their father as well. "Okay, kids, I have to check out of the hotel immediately, and I will be there in an hour," she told them. "Okay, Mom," Maximo and Gia said simultaneously before disconnecting the phone. Mia extended the phone to Alessandro, and he took it. "Thank you," she whispered with a soft smile. Alessandro shook his head. "The kids are fine, and now you can relax," he said. Unbeknownst to her, Alessandro's people had kept watch on the kids and Mia's house twenty-four-seven, but he didn't tell her because he didn't want her to freak out knowing it. He had made this decision after the murderous attack on her last time. Today, when he talked to the twins, he felt he had made the right decision. Those angels should always be protected. "Can we leave now?" Mia asked, gathering all the luggage together.. Alessandro nodded and said, "After we have breakfast." Then Mia remembered about his fever and impulsively touched his forehead to check his temperature. Alessandro instinctively grabbed her hand. "What?!" he asked, frowning. "Your fever?!" Mia swallowed nervously under his terrifying cold gaze. She didn't understand what had suddenly changed his mood. The mafia king's expression softened. "I am fine." "Yeah, your temperature seems to be normal," Mia said, while Alessandro released her hand as there was a knock on the door. He went to open it. The breakfast Alessandro had ordered had arrived. The Italian Don let the room service waiter in and place the breakfast on the table beside the sofa. He closed the door after the waiter left. Mia went to the table and started making coffee for the mafia king. But he stopped her. "I'm used to doing everything on my own for six years," he said coldly. Mia's heart skipped a beat. She looked at his stern face with fear. "Six years?!" she gasped. Wanting to end this and overcome her fear of hirm, she needed to know what was going on in his mind. Alessandro nodded, taking a deep breath as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Six years since my wife left me," he announced, lifting his head abruptly and looking straight into Mia's eyes as if trying to reach her soul and read her mind. Mia swallowed nervously as his gaze remained unreadable and cold, sending a chill down her spine. There was a sense of relief that he still believed his wife was dead. She had seen the news reporting Alessandro Valentino's wife died in a plane crash six years ago. She had been relieved to hear that news, knowing he wouldn't come after her to bother her again, allowing her to live under a new identity. "I am sorry to hear that, she murmured, averting her eyes and pretending to serve herself a plate. "You are?" His tone was challenging as he snapped, staring at her. "Yeah!" Mia hesitated as she continued. "I read or saw somewhere that your wife died in a plane crash." "That's a lie," Alessandro declared loudly, making Mia sweat profusely under his intimidating gaze. Shit, shit, shit! How could she forget? This was Alessandro Valentino, the most wicked and cunning man in the world, renowned for his ability to read people from their first meeting. She cursed the moment she gave in to his seduction, letting him read between the blurry lines. She would be doomed if he knew she was Aria, his wife. "My wife is still alive." Mia turned pale as her mafia husband announced, his eyes not leaving her for even a split moment. Then, unexpectedly, he added, "In my heart."