Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: "You"

One by one, the nurses disappeared through the door until the room belonged to the two of them.

For a moment, the atmosphere settled into something almost peaceful — until Jordan, stubborn as ever, attempted to sit upright as though he intended to pull Aren closer.

The sudden movement sent a jolt of alarm through her.

"Ah! Jordan, easy!"

She immediately pressed both hands against his chest, easing him back against the pillow.

"You’ve already lost a lot of blood. You could black out again or tear your stitches if you try to sit up now."

The warning was enough to make Jordan obedient at once. He relaxed against the pillow, deciding that the last thing he needed was to lose consciousness again now that she was finally beside him.

Concern quickly overtook his expression as a barrage of questions followed.

"What happened after I passed out? Did they catch Natalia? Did you get hurt?"

"Not at all." Aren shook her head. "The guards subdued Lady Natalia immediately afterward, before she could fire another shot. Your father and my father interrogated her with Don Caio."

"Did she confess to rigging the course? To planning to kill you?"

"She didn’t. But I heard she’d been confined to Porto territory and stripped of her inheritance rights because of what happened. She already left with House Porto."

Jordan fell silent as he processed the information.

He was relieved that Natalia hadn’t managed to hurt Aren after he passed out. But the fact that Natalia had apparently been allowed to leave still irritated him deeply.

Pushing the feeling aside, he let out a weak laugh.

"God, what terrible luck. I’ve only just managed to ask you to date me, and now I’m stuck wearing this sling for at least the next three weeks."

Aren looked surprised.

"The nurses told you already?"

"Yeah. And apparently, I’m going to need another two or three months of physical therapy." He shook his head, already dreading it. "God, how I hate physical therapy."

Aren fell quiet at the unmistakable dread on his face. After a moment’s consideration, she looked away shyly.

"How about... I help you with physical therapy instead?"

Jordan blinked.

"You know physical therapy?"

She scratched her cheek awkwardly.

"Oh, I only know a few things..."

Of course, she couldn’t tell him that she knew far more about rehabilitation than she was letting on, having helped comrades through recovery countless times at Headquarters.

Instead, she quickly came up with something more believable.

"I... um, happened to take a course in my free time some time ago, just out of curiosity. So... if you’re confident enough to let me try, I’d love to help."

Jordan stared at her as though she’d just handed him a winning lottery ticket.

Just imagining her staying close to him, touching him, and guiding his movements through every exercise for the next three months... was enough to make his ears burn.

’...She does know a lot, doesn’t she?’

’I guess I’d better start loving physical therapy from now on.’

’Never imagined I’d live to see the day I actually looked forward to it.’

None of those thoughts ever left his mouth. He looked away before any trace of anticipation could reach his face.

"Yeah... I mean, sure," he said, trying to sound casual. "I’d... definitely want you as my therapist."

Aren’s face immediately lit up.

"Great! Then I’ll ask the nurses to note me down as your therapist."

Jordan smiled at her happiness, and somehow, all the discomfort in his body seemed to ease. Still, he couldn’t resist teasing her.

"Are you going to charge me half the fee again for this?"

"For this one, I’ll give you another ten percent discount," Aren declared generously. "Since you saved my life."

A laugh burst out of him so suddenly that Aren nearly worried he’d torn a stitch.

’Come to think of it... Jordan didn’t kiss me as intensely as Don Caio does.’

’But there was something about it that felt... very nice.’

’Very... right.’

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