Page 178 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“…if the shipments move tonight instead, we can still reroute before customs starts asking questions.” Enzo is talking first.

“No.” Robert’s voice is calm, clipped. “That will be too visible.”

His attention flicks up, and his striking silver eyes find me instantly.

And with that, everything about him changes. The tension leaves his shoulders first.

“Morning.” His face softens in that dangerous way I still haven’t gotten used to.

“Morning.” I smile at him, hating how much a single word affects me to my core.

Enzo keeps walking after muttering something about taking the call outside, already used to this by now.

Robert doesn’t follow immediately.

Instead, he comes toward me, slow enough that I feel my pulse start acting stupid before he’s even close. His hand drops gently against my waist. Too gentle.

“How are you feeling?” He asks softly, eyes moving over my face like he’s checking for invisible injuries.

“Fine.”

“Are you sure, Bon?” His brows lift slightly.

“I am.” I huff quietly. “I’m serious.”

“Mmh.” His fingers brush lightly against my side. “No pain anywhere?”

“Nope.” I shake my head.

“Sure?”

“Robert.” I fight a smile.

“What?” He sounds completely unashamed. “I’m monitoring your progress.”

“You sound like my nurse.”

“I’d make an excellent nurse.” He teases.

“You’d terrorize patients.”

He scoffs, pretending to be bruised by my words but a small grin breaks across his face regardless.

My stomach flips stupidly at the sight.

“You should still rest more.” His hand slides higher briefly, fingertips brushing carefully near my ribs like he’s resisting the urge to check for damage himself.

“I’ve done nothing but rest.”

“Do more.”

“Alright.” I roll my eyes softly.

Behind him, one of the guards clears his throat awkwardly, reminding us that other people exist.

Robert barely reacts.

His thumb strokes once against my waist before he finally leans down and presses a soft kiss against my forehead.