The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 273: A Dinner Invitation

Alicia narrowed her eyes at her daughter and said, "I do not faint easily!"

"You fainted when the dog barked at you last year."

"That dog was huge!"

"It was a corgi," Stella deadpanned.

"That corgi had a killer aura!"

Stella blinked. "...Mom. It was waddling."

Alicia slapped her arm lightly, "Stop arguing with me. You are not my cute baby, Oliver, alright!"

Instead of saying anything, Stella laughed, hearing her mother’s words.

"The point is, you should have told me!" Alicia continues. "Do you know how dangerous that was? What if that young man did not save you?"

Stella’s cheeks reddened. "Mom... don’t call him a ’young man.’ He’s in his thirties. And he has a name...Dylan!"

Alicia waved a hand. "Nonsense. I saw him at Evelyn’s housewarming. He looks younger than you and for a guy in his thirties!"

"He does not!"

"He does!"

"Mom!"

Alicia leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "Do you like him?"

Stella choked on air. "W-what? Mom! No!"

Alicia gasped loudly. "You do! Oh my goodness! My daughter likes a mature, handsome man who saved her life."

"Mom. Please stop!"

Alicia wasn’t listening. Her imagination had entered hyperspeed.

"Does he like you? Did he confess? Did something happen when he saved you?"

"NOTHING happened—"

"Well, he hugged you back, didn’t he?"

Stella’s eyes bulged. "Who said that?"

"Your sister Eve, of course."

Stella clutched her hair. ’Sister Eve... why do you hate me...’

Alicia’s expression softened...just slightly. "Stella. This man saved your life. You should thank him properly. Invite him to dinner."

"Mom, please—"

"Do it!"

"Mom—"

"I’ll cook!"

Stella sandwiched her face with her hands. Her entire life had turned upside down in under ten minutes.

Worse, the man her mother wanted to invite...

Lived in the same building.

On the top floor.

Probably overheard her screaming in the elevator just now.

Alicia placed a comforting hand over her daughter’s. "Stella, sweetheart. A man like that is rare. Brave. Mature. Employed. And he probably doesn’t live with his parents."

"Mom..."

"Alright, I was just joking about your feelings for Dylan. However, I am genuinely serious about inviting him for dinner. Since tomorrow is Friday, go ahead and invite him. I’ll take care of everything."

Stella stared at her dinner plate as if it might swallow her whole.

Her mother was unstoppable.

Her sister was a traitor.

And Dylan... lived fifteen floors above her.

This was going to be a long week.

...

Stella had never eaten dinner so fast. The moment she finished the last spoonful, she stood up with an excuse so quick it could have been written on a prescription pad.

"Mom, I need a bath. And sleep. Urgently."

Alicia gave her suspicious eyes but let her escape.

Stella practically slid down the hallway, shut her bedroom door, and leaned against it with a groan. Now that she was alone, exhaustion finally hit her.

After washing up, the moment she lay on her bed, her mother’s ridiculous idea popped back into her head. Again.

Suddenly, she was wide awake again, staring at the ceiling as her brain spun like a washing machine set on violent mode.

A dinner invitation. For Dylan.

In her house. With her mother.

Stella dragged the pillow over her face and screamed silently.

This was bad. Very bad. If Dylan came, her mother would notice the way her heart tried to launch itself out of her ribcage whenever he was nearby.

Worse, her mother would absolutely tease her about it. Forever. Until the end of her days.

And she did not even understand what those feelings were. Every time Dylan stood near her, her heart acted like it had forgotten basic biology. It would race, flutter, skip, and occasionally feel like it was choking her from the inside out.

She blamed his face. And his voice. And the way he had held her that night after pulling her away from danger. A man should not be allowed to smell that good after fighting off thugs.

Right!?

"Nope. Nope. Stop thinking. Sleep, Stella!" she scolded herself, flipping to her side.

She shut her eyes tightly.

Five seconds later, she opened them again.

Still awake.

She turned to the other side. Closed her eyes. She opened them again.

Still awake.

"Oh, come on," she groaned, slamming her face into the pillow.

The clock glowed mockingly from the nightstand. Twelve eighteen. Her morning shift started in eight hours. Eight hours was already not enough sleep, and she had not even drifted off yet.

Her brain refused to shut up. She tried bargaining with it.

"Please. Just sleep. You can panic tomorrow."

Her brain ignored her entirely.

Finally, after five minutes of tossing around and mentally insulting her own mind, Stella grumbled and grabbed her phone. She had already rehearsed this message at least ten times in her head. Maybe twenty. Possibly fifty.

Stella typed, slowly and carefully.

"Hi Dylan, my mother knows about you helping me that night. And she asks you to come to dinner with us this Friday night."

She stared at the sentence.

Then reread it again.

And again.

Was it too formal? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Too casual?

Too obvious?

Too stupid?

Should she add an emoji?

No, emojis were dangerous!

They could convey all the wrong things. Imagine sending a heart by accident. She would immediately move to another city.

She hit send before she could change her mind.

Her heart instantly tightened like it was trying to shrink into the size of a raisin.

She waited.

One minute passed.

No reply.

She waited again.

Another minute passed.

Still nothing.

Great. Now the silence was killing her.

Maybe he was asleep. Or busy. Or laughing at her message. Or reading it out loud to his friends. Or taking a screenshot and sending it to Evelyn. Who would absolutely tell Axel? Who would absolutely tease her to death.

Panicking, she typed another message.

"There is no need to reply now. Please respond tomorrow. Sorry for bothering you in the middle of the night."

She hit send.

Then tossed her phone onto the nightstand like it was a bomb.