บททั้งหมดของ THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 85

Who knew decorating a tree with Leo could be so… fun? Susan watched the tiny white lights twinkling and felt for a moment as though she was a little girl again, filled with the excitement of Christmas Eve. All the possibilities, the promise of goodies to come, the mystery of presents to be puzzled over and opened. After an afternoon of wandering the shops and sites, they’d returned to Susan's apartment and set about decorating the tree. “I don’t want to hear a word about my ornaments,” she said when she caught him looking at the tree, a smile playing on his lips. “I didn’t say anything. Did you hear me say anything?” Susan blinked at him. “You were about to critique, I could tell.” “I’m just awed by your creativity, that’s all.” She’d seen a decorating show that used household objects as nontraditional tree decorations and had insisted on trying it herself. So now the tree was bedecked in scarves and belts, earrings and pendants, ribbons and tassels. It looked a little odd, bu

The ride back to Susan's apartment had been quiet. They'd left Caroline's party before it ended, and Susan was eager to find out what had suddenly put Leo in such a bad mood. He didn't seem to be in the mood to talk, even when she asked repeatedly if he was alright. Finally giving up, but still worried, Susan sat back in her chair and simply looked out the window. Slowly, her feelings grew from concern to anger, and when they finally got inside her apartment, she was just angry. She began to head straight for her bedroom. It had been such a nice day, she thought, with the Christmas tree shopping, eating and decorating, and now she had no idea what had ruined it. Or what she'd done to ruin it. Leo watched her as she walked away. She looked very sexy in that dress she was wearing. It was a simple gown, but it was also short and looked even shorter due to her pregnant belly. It bared her shoulders and showcased her breasts, while the skirt was decorated with fluffy flowers of fabric.

How was it that he never tired of looking at her? She wasn’t the kind of woman who strutted into a room and stunned every man with her breathtaking beauty. She was much more subtle than that. So soft and feminine, but sturdy somehow. Cute and sassy, and almost wholesome, until she opened her mouth and fired off a dose of attitude. They'd come so far in such a short period of time, and he could admit that her presence in his life had changed him. Made him become a better man, even when he didn't want to. Her quiet, determined nature fascinated him. He’d met more than his share of women over the years, through business or socially, but he couldn’t recall ever knowing anyone quite like her. “Does she kick yet?” he asked suddenly, his voice rough with emotion. Susan’s lips curved into a soft smile. “She has, once or twice. It’s… surprising, in the best way.” She let out a light laugh. His gaze dropped to her stomach, his hands still resting there. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for that,”