Go to get something to eat too, because you look stressed out," Matteo said.
"Okay, you're right. I do feel a little stressed out," Luna replied as she stood up and walked toward the kitchen.
As she passed through the hallway, she noticed the maid—the same one she had encountered earlier after talking to Matteo and Lorenzo—staring at her with a strange gaze. Luna immediately felt annoyed.
"Why are you watching me? Why are you looking at me like that?" she snapped. "If you don't have anything to do, go to your room. We pay you—I pay you. Why are you standing there, staring at me? Are you trying to put a curse on me or something?"
"No, ma'am," the maid said. "I was just wondering where you went."
Luna clenched her fist, ready to slap the girl, but stopped herself. She took a deep breath and glared at her instead.
"What do you mean by that? Why are you interrogating me? Do you think you can talk to me like that? You have no respect. I'm older than you, and you're questioning me like I'm a child. Can't I go out and enjoy myself if I want to?" Luna snapped.
"Sorry, ma'am, if I sounded disrespectful, but sir told me to keep a close watch on you," the maid explained. "He said I should make sure nothing bad happens to you. If anything is wrong in the house or if you leave, I'm supposed to inform him."
Luna rolled her eyes. "So what? Yes, I know how overprotective he is, but that doesn't mean you get to question me. I already told him where I went, so mind your own business. If I were out meeting another man, what would you do? Run to tell him?" She scoffed. "I know he's my husband, and I know exactly what he's going to say. He told me himself that when he hired you, your job was to take care of me and make sure I have everything I need. That means answering me when I call—not spying on me." She narrowed her eyes. "You're not my age mate. Watch yourself."
With that, she turned and walked away.
What is that maid's problem? Luna thought. I might have to fire her. Is she suspecting me of something? Does she know I found out Matteo is in the mafia? Could she be a spy?
She shook her head. Well, that's none of my business. I need to focus on tomorrow.
Luna reached the kitchen, served herself some food, and walked back upstairs to her room.
"You're finally here," Matteo said as she entered. "I paused eating when you left. I didn't want to finish my food so we could eat together."
"You didn't have to wait. You should have just eaten," Luna said as she sat beside him on the bed.
"You know, why didn't you just bring a plate big enough for both of us in the first place?" Matteo asked. "It's been like a week since we last ate from the same plate. We haven't eaten rice together in a while—it's been almost a week now."
"No reason, of course," Luna replied. "I just didn't really think it was necessary. It's still fine if we eat like this because we've always eaten together, and we still can. Maybe tomorrow morning, before you leave, either I or the maid could make you something, and we'll eat together." She gave him a small smile.
"That's why I love you," Matteo said.
"You keep saying that every time," Luna replied, smiling. "I already know, so there's no need to keep telling me."
She took a spoonful of food and started eating, and Matteo did the same. After a moment, he spoke again. "Last time, you told me you had some other business. What business is that?"
Luna continued eating, keeping her face neutral. I don't know where he's going with this, but tomorrow, I can't let him find out what I'm planning. I need to focus on his office. If Lorenzo leaves it open for even a moment, I'll sneak in and look for evidence—anything I might need.
She swallowed her food, pretending not to be lost in thought. I already know what he's involved in, but I need solid proof before I confront him. I need to see it with my own eyes. But with Lorenzo around, it's going to be tricky. He's always suspicious. Maybe I should stay home and wait for the right moment. If the office is left open, I'll search for documents or anything useful.
Luna glanced at Matteo, who was still eating. I have to be careful. This might be my only chance.
Luna continued eating her food. When Matteo finished his, he stood up, walked to the freezer, took out a bottle of water, and drank it. Exhausted, he went straight to bed. Luna, after finishing her meal, did the same.
The following day, before Matteo woke up, Luna went to make coffee and placed it beside him. She then headed to the kitchen to prepare the meal they were both going to eat before he left for the "business" he mentioned—though she knew it was a lie. She was certain he was going to be involved in some mafia dealings.
When Matteo woke up, he saw the coffee beside him and took a sip. He smiled to himself. She does this every time. Before I even wake up, she's already prepared my coffee and placed it by my side. I know I'm blessed. I've made a lot of money, but I'm still blessed. I'm not dead yet, even after all the wrong I've done in the underworld. I'm still standing. Why? Because I'm loved by God. He took another sip, standing by the bed.
Meanwhile, Luna was in the kitchen. She decided to make spaghetti since she had been craving it ever since she went to that restaurant. She was really good at making it, but she knew it wouldn't be as perfect as the one she had there. Still, she added meatballs, making sure everything was just right. Once it was done, she served a generous portion on a large plate and carried it up to their room.
Matteo was still drinking his coffee when she walked in.
"Good morning, darling," Luna said.
"Good morning to you, my love," Matteo replied. "Wow, I see you woke up early. You've already started cooking—that's impressive. I'm amazed."
"Thank you," Luna said as she set the food on the table in their room.
Matteo pulled up a chair and reached for the spoon, but just as he was about to take a bite, Luna playfully bit his hand.
"No, no, no, no, no!" she scolded with a grin. "You haven't brushed your teeth! You want to eat like that? No way! It's not happening. Go brush your teeth first."
Matteo laughed. "You caught me! You caught me!" he admitted, standing up. "Alright, I'll go brush my teeth."
He went to find his toothbrush where he had left it.
He saw his toothbrush, picked it up, squeezed some toothpaste onto it, and went to the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth, the door remained open, and Luna stood watching him.
Why is he doing this? Why is he keeping secrets? she wondered. What led him into the mafia? Can I even trust him?
She loved him with all her heart, but doubts crept in. When I was little, my life wasn't the best, but I still clung to it. Even when my father beat me mercilessly for no reason, I tried to stay happy. To this day, I still don't know why he hated me so much. There were times I thought of running away. But then Matteo came into my life—the only person I could trust, the only person who made me happy. He still makes me happy now. But when I saw him in the underworld, when I peeked into that room and watched him talk to that man… his eyes were different. He looked like another person.
Luna remained lost in thought, staring at Matteo as he brushed his teeth. Maybe I don't really know what's going on. But I need to keep watching him.
Matteo finished brushing, rinsed his mouth, and washed his toothbrush. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he smirked.
"I know you were staring at me," he teased. "Is your love that strong? You just can't take your eyes off me, huh? You love me too much, right?"
Luna quickly turned away, her face warming as she blushed. "Nah," she muttered.
Matteo chuckled, put his toothbrush away, and sat down at the table where the spaghetti was waiting.
"You actually did it," he said. "You said you were going to make spaghetti for us, and you did. But I told you… we haven't eaten rice together in a while. We should do that sometime."
"Oh, sorry," Luna said. "I completely forgot you mentioned rice. I've just been craving spaghetti for a while. That's the only reason I made it."
"Okay, no problem," Matteo replied. "We'll eat rice another time. It doesn't really matter—I was just saying. Right now, I'm just ready to eat this spaghetti because I know it's going to be really, really good.