Chapter 105

Layla didn't pull her hand away from his grip though there was no need to keep holding on as they walked towards the exit of the dining room.

She walked one foot behind him with his firm fingers interlocking hers. She felt a little self-conscious as they walked past the staff.

The staff kept neutral expressions as they stood closer to the wall, away from the pathway. Layla wasn't sure whether the staff members had accepted her yet, but she no longer received hostile glances from them.

At least the ones she used to work with.

Despite how long she had worked with the Black family, she never really had any personal relationship with any of them enough to call them friends.

All she had cared about was work. With the debt breathing down her neck, she didn't have the luxury of having friends. Now that she was supposedly the Mafia King's mate, things must be quite awkward.

Though she wasn't accepted yet, no one other than Arthur had been rude to her. She wondered if that might change and they would fully see her as his mate.

Layla thought it was an odd thought to have when she was only here to have his child.

He led her out of the dining room, down the stairs and towards the front door. Guards lined the entrance and Layla realized she hadn't been down here since she walked through those doors after the visit to her apartment.

"Master Davian!" A familiar voice called.

Layla stiffened immediately. She hadn't seen the butler since the day he came yelling in her room. She had expected him to do or tell Davian something as he had threatened.

However, things between her and the Master hadn't changed. He still cared for her and kept her by his side. Contrary to the threat Arthur made.

"Are you cold?" Davian asked instead of addressing the butler's call.

She tore her gaze away from the balding man to see the Mafia King staring at her intensely. The concern in his eyes made her heart melt.

She had barely reacted to Arthur's presence, how could he immediately tell something was wrong?

"No," she said softly and tried to press down the anxiety she felt at the butler's presence.

She had done her best to not think much about the conversation in the master's room but it was impossible to forget the fact that the butler might know her mother.

"Are you sure?" He pressed. "Should I give you my coat?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Master Davian!" Arthur called again as he got close enough. "You're leaving the mansion. Will you be out for long?"

Arthur was beaming as he asked. His gaze floated towards Layla but he didn't linger. He didn't want to draw any suspicion towards himself.

Davian reluctantly pulled his gaze away from Layla to look at Arthur. "Where were you last night? You were missing."

Arthur stopped in his tracks. He hadn't expected the Master to notice his absence; he had made sure not to leave the mansion until after dinner. He should have been in his bedroom by then.

"I-I had personal things to attend to," he replied, looking away.

"Personal things?" Davian asked darkly.

"Y-yes," Arthur didn't like the unsteadiness in his voice.

There was no way the Mafia King had an inkling of where he went and even if he did, it was a motel. He could always pretend he was satisfying his urges.

"I see. Next time, never leave the mansion without making it known."

"Yes, Master Davian. I wholly apologize. I didn't mean to offend."

Davian stared oddly at the butler. There was nothing suspicious about him leaving the mansion at such an odd hour except the fact that it was unlike him.

He didn't discover it until this morning so there was no way to find out where the butler had gone. However, his house was not a military camp and staff could leave freely as long as they were off the clock.

Arthur let out a breath as the Mafia King turned around and walked towards the doors with Layla in his arms. He did his best not to let his emotions show on his face as he watched them leave.

It was only a matter of time and he would be rid of her. He hoped she wouldn't say anything to Master Davian in the meantime.

The plan they had was risky but if executed properly, he would not only be rid of her but he would be able to go about with the love of his life.

Arthur felt his cock stir as the memories of last night poured through his mind. He could not believe he had let her marry Oliver; he should have never done that.

He should have kept Melissa all to himself and that was what he planned to do as soon as he got enough money to take care of her. Thankfully, they had come up with a surefire way to get it.