The Mafia Boss's Bride

Chapter 79 : "Daddy Material."

Ava resumed treating Ibrahim's scratches, and as she did, she noticed another scratch that seemed older, caused by a nail. It was evident that Ibrahim had received this scratch a few days ago. Ava asked, "When did you get this scratch?"

Ibrahim glanced at his hand and recognised the mark. It was from the day he killed Daniel. Ava didn't notice before he was wearing full sleeves to hide the mark. But today Ava saw. 

Ibrahim lied, "I don't really remember."

Ava pressed further, "How can you not remember? It's clear someone scratched you with nails."

Ibrahim pretended to recollect and said another lie, "Oh, it was the day when Daniel pushed you, and I grabbed his collar... I got the scratch that day."

Ava's expression turned to an 'O' as she understood, "You really did a good job by scaring Daniel this time by involving the police. I thought you'd beat him like the man who flirted with me a long time ago."

Ibrahim smiled at her innocence, keeping the harsh reality of Daniel's fate hidden. Now as their relationship grew stronger, Ibrahim wanted to shield Ava from certain truths, especially given his involvement in the darker aspects of life as a mafia. The less she knew, the better.

He set the first aid box aside and took Ava's hand into his. "Help me take off my T-shirt," he requested with a teasing smile.

Ava's eyes widened. "What? I can't," she exclaimed nervously.

Ibrahim couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. "It's not like you haven't seen my body."

Ava felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. She muttered, "It's.... it's different."

Ava had seen his upper body countless times when he emerged from the shower, but taking off his T-shirt was an intimate act she hesitated to perform.

Ibrahim pretended as if his hand was in so much pain, making it challenging to raise it. His acting skills seemed innate. He looked at her with an expression that seemed to say, "Can you resist helping me?" In reality, he had no pain, just a desire for Ava to come closer.

Ava bit her lip. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating what to do. Finally, she decided, "Let me help you."

She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and scooting closer to Ibrahim. Her hands slowly ventured towards his T-shirt. With a slight nervousness, she began to untuck it from his pants. Ava's breath caught as the shirt revealed more of Ibrahim's well-defined six-pack abs and his sculpted upper body.

Ava couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight. It was the first time she had seen his body so up close, and the reality surpassed any fleeting daydream she might have had. The play of shadows accentuated the lines of his toned muscles, creating a captivating display. Internally, she marveled, Why is he so undeniably attractive?"

The shirt, now lifted over his shoulder, revealed more of Ibrahim's chest—a canvas of strength. Her eyes were captivated by the raw masculinity before her. Ava found herself stealing glances at the broad shoulders and chiseled chest that lay exposed before her.

Finally, the shirt slipped off completely, leaving Ibrahim's upper body exposed. The tousled strands of Ibrahim's hair fell across his forehead, adding an untamed allure to his appearance. He did a subtle stretch, causing his muscles to flex. Ava, caught off guard by the unexpected display of strength, felt her cheeks grow warmer. She observed as he ran his fingers through his hair, a casual yet enticing gesture. 

Ibrahim couldn't help but notice her reddened cheeks. He leaned, teasingly whispering in her ear, "Why so shy, my love?"

He turned his face to see her reaction. Ava lowered her eyes. She was looking anything but Ibrahim.