Chapter 32:

In all his life, ever since he was born, no one had ever said those words to him, even if they had. It was always the opposite, but today, someone, not just someone, Emily Hart was giving him a compliment that didn't sounded as an insult.

It felt good, the word refreshed into his brain, and melted his heart, he grew fluttered, and his collarbones flashed a lighter shade of red.

Emily smiled to him; those smile that reflected one's happiness, her curve were graciously genuine and her lips parted apart for a brief second, before she leaned on the chair. "This is one of the better dates that my mother had set up, for once, I feel like I am floating." She grabbed the drink, and fiddled with the straw in between.

Was he supposed to reply to her words? Because he felt as if his whole tongue was glued, he couldn't say anything, and the only thing evident was just a twitch of the lips.

What was wrong with him? He was Lucas, the feared Mafia of the underworld, they respected him, they feared h