I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 24

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 24

When Raffaele rushed into the garden, Giovanna was tearing petals off the roses.

Louis XIV roses were expensive and beautiful, once her favorite.

But when Vittorio used them to display his ridiculous love, Giovanna gradually lost the desire

to admire them.

Halfway through tearing the petals, she was suddenly embraced from behind.

She looked up in surprise.

“I found you. I finally found you…”

Raffaele buried his face against her neck, with only relief in his heart.

Relief that he was not late this time.

Relief that this time, he had made it in time.

Giovanna froze for a second, then softly said, “Don Raffaele.”

Raffaele held her even tighter.

“I’m sorry. I came late again.”

Giovanna shook her head.

“No. You’re not late.”

The police quickly controlled the scene.

The maid had carried evidence out of Villa Rizzuto and reported the case.

Raffaele explained, “If the maid hadn’t brought out the evidence and called the police, I might

have needed more time.”

His gaze was full of guilt as he apologized sincerely.

Giovanna instead felt a little embarrassed.

He had rushed thousands of miles from Naples to save her.

That was already more than enough.

“Giovanna…”

Hearing Vittorio’s voice, Raffaele’s eyes turned cold, and he shielded Giovanna behind him.

“Don’t be nervous. You brought the police. What else can I do?” Vittorio’s voice was bitter. “I

only want to know what your relationship is with her.”

At that, Raffaele straightened unconsciously, and even his voice grew louder.

“I’m her husband.”

Vittorio’s face changed.

The corner of Raffaele’s mouth lifted slightly.

He casually took out the marriage certificate.

“Registered and official. Honest to both children and elders.”

Giovanna turned her head and stared in shock at the neatly folded marriage certificate in his

hand.

Yes, they had registered their marriage.

But who carried a marriage certificate around when going out?

It was such a big sheet of paper.

Vittorio, clinging to the last bit of hope, asked, “Giovanna, is this true?”

“Of course. I told you before. Also, don’t call me Giovanna anymore. It disgusts me.”

Hearing those words, he seemed to age ten years in an instant.

His back bent, and he stepped back twice.

So it was true.

It was actually true.

The brave, passionate girl would not stand in place waiting for him forever.

After a long time, she said, “Thank you.”

Raffaele sighed.

“Miss Ricci, you really do like thanking me.”

Giovanna looked at him.

He smiled and said, “Next time, try saying something else.”

“Like what?”

“Like you missed me.”

Giovanna paused, then turned her head away.

Raffaele did not push.

He only smiled and quietly changed the towel.