The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 52: Fake Apology!

Chapter 52: Fake Apology!

Marcello stood in front of Eduardo’s door for over five minutes, thinking of a way to approach Eduardo. He didn’t know how to spill another apology from his mouth again. It was all his fault and he admitted to it. Only if he had waited and watched till the end, he wouldn’t have suspected Eduardo of accepting another person’s gift.

At some point, he wondered if he had to do this. He could order Eduardo to forgive him or pretend nothing like that ever happened between them but Eduardo wasn’t the kind of person who would accept such.

He slipped his fingers into his hair and let out a groan. He wasn’t acting like a real mafia Prince would do and that’s what happened ever since Eduardo stepped into his life. Another groan escaped his lips when he heard footsteps and voices approaching.

"Shit! Someone is coming"

He immediately found somewhere to hide before they found him in front of Eduardo’s door.

They finally arrived at the door and opened it. Eduardo walked out with a weak smile on his face.

"Yes?"

"Hey, Eduardo! Can we come in?" One of them asked, grabbing Eduardo’s door, almost forcing himself in.

"...No, you can’t" Eduardo hesitated, closing the door behind him.

"Aw, that’s too bad. We just wanted to spend a little time with you"

Eduardo could remember the person standing in front of him. He was the one from last night who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He leaned on the door, sucking his lower lips and his eyes were fixed on him.

Marcello was hearing every one of his words where he hid. He clenched his fist tight, after realising that some of his men dared to approach Eduardo.

’I’ll surely get rid of that bastard’

The second one that came with the pervert, gave him a little nudge by the side and then let out a nervous laughter.

"He’s just kidding, Eduardo. We came to tell you that the ingredients are already in the kitchen. Thank you for your time! Let’s leave!" He pulled the pervert.

Eduardo watched them leave immediately. After they were out of sight, he entered the room and closed the door.

"You entered my room because you were running away from your men?" He asked Marcello, who was looking around the room.

Marcello tilted his head to look at Eduardo. He didn’t know what to say. Apologies? Pretend as if he doesn’t care?

"This is my manor, so I own everything in it, including this room" he spoke arrogantly, slipping his hands into his pocket. Eduardo wore an indifferent look on his face. When Marcello had barged into the room, he jerked off the bed, thinking it was an intruder.

His eyes widened in shock and he was a bit excited, thinking Marcello came to apologise, but he was wrong. He still had that arrogant tone and look on his face.

’Here I was, thinking this bastard has changed. Maybe I was wrong’ he shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave.

"Since it’s your room, I’ll let you have it to yourself" he walked towards the door.

Just as he grabbed the handle and pulled the door, someone slammed it close from behind.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

"Going to prepare dinner for the guards" he gave a quick response, without turning to look at Marcello.

"You aren’t here to act like a fucking cook, right? You’re here because you’re mine!" Marcello’s warm breath hit the back of his ear and he felt an unusual throbbing down there. He immediately turned to meet Marcello’s eyes.

"Since their arrogant young master decided to send the chef away, what can they do? I can’t watch them go hungry when I can help" Eduardo proved that he was stubborn. Marcello pinned him to the wall, not diverting his gaze elsewhere.

"Help? No wait, I’m not here to argue with you. I came to apologise" Marcello changed his mind. He wanted to scold Eduardo and stop him from meeting with those men, especially the one who was oddly interested in him.

"Apologise?" Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows, a little bit pleased. But, he didn’t show it on his face.

"I made a mistake and thought you accepted the phone from my cousin. I shouldn’t have jumped to the conclusion, I... I am sorry" he spoke. Though the apology didn’t feel like a real apology, he tried his best to say the word. The arrogant prince who had never apologized to anyone before apologised to a mere slave.

"It’s fine. You are the prince, and I’m a slave; there’s much difference between both of us. If you’re done, I have to go to the kitchen"

"Huh? Do you have to cook for those people? I just want to spend some time with you. We couldn’t finish what we were doing yesterday" Marcello frowned deeply. He just hates the idea of Eduardo being together with those men. Especially his cousin.

"There’s a party you must attend with me tomorrow. Let’s buy a few clothes together"

"I don’t have to go with you, do I? You could take Viktor with you or something other men..." Eduardo tried to speak but Marcello slipped his hand to the back of his head and grabbed it gently.

"Babe, it was an order... It wasn’t just a saying. I’ll call back the cook so you don’t have to do such a nasty task again," he said, his tone dripping with anger.

Eduardo had his hair pulled by Marcello. Though it wasn’t rough, it was enough to remind him of the kind of monster Marcello is. He has been doing whatever he wants and has been getting away with it. But, it was only because Marcello chose to ignore it and not treat him like a slave.

"Do you understand what I’m saying?"

"Fine, I’ll leave with you" he replied. Marcello let go of Eduardo’s hair and pat him gently.

"That’s a good choice. Now, get dressed and meet me outside immediately. Don’t be late, babe" Marcello spoke gently. He grabbed the door handle and left the room.

’This jerk hasn’t changed a bit’