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CHAPTER EIGHT

NATALIE'S POV

"Your husband hasn't been back in days and you're not worried, Mrs DeLuca?" Sophia taunted. I rolled my eyes as I stir fried the food on the cooker.

"He was your brother before he became my husband, was he not? Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" I retorted.

"Oh no, Mrs DeLuca, I talk to him every day. But I know you haven't even sent him a single message, yes or yes?" Sophia replied, lifting her eyebrows in a teasing manner. The tips of my ears turned red and I didn't reply her. "Git you there, didn't I?" she joked, coming closer.

"You did," I said, laughing lightly. "And please, don't call me Mrs DeLuca, it's already torture that I'm married," I added, shuddering. Sophia laughed then inhaled comically.

"God, I smell something that has to do with chicken," she said as her eyes roamed the food I was currently placing on the table. "Damn, I'm holding my compliment until I taste it," she said, sitting down and rubbing her hands together.
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