Healed By Love

CHATPER 50

AUDELIA'S POV

"This is the first time I have seen you so invested in something. People could think you are deciding the future of the world by that look on your face." I tease Lorenzo, looking at his furrowed eyebrows and concentrated eyes through the mirror.

"If this does not turn out good this time, some people might have to start to think about their future." He says through gritted teeth. "Starting with this woman who thinks she knows everything about braids but does not." He glares daggers at the phone propped up on my vanity as the video of girl teaching the basics of braids plays.

"It's fine, Xaen." I shake my head slightly.

"Stop moving." I roll my eyes, his eyes remaining fixed on the phone while his fingers twist the strands of my hair in something that does not actually seem like a braid. "This does not look like a braid." His eyes dart between the phone and my hair in his hands, his voice transitioning to irritated.

I let out a breath. "It does not matter-" He sends a glare at me that has me shutting my mouth as he untangles my hair once again and I pause the video. This has been going on for the past hour. If I was not the one having to sit still like a statue all this time, I would actually find this hilarious- the mafia boss getting irritated because he cannot braid his girlfriend's hair.

"It matters to me." He reminds me for the umpteenth time. "I will get this right."

"I still don't get why you want to braid my hair so badly that you are willing to spend hours on it." I say truthfully. He starts to separate my hair into segments, the movement giving a sense of deja-vu.

"Put the video back on." His face is set in determination and by the expression, it seems like he is on his most important mission.

"Why don't you look at it properly first and then try it on my hair? You will be more focused in that way." I suggest, taking the phone in my hands and giving it to him over my shoulders.

"Fine." He grumbled, the phone replacing my hair in his hands. He stands next to me, leaning against the vanity, engrossed in the video, the audio playing like a broken record to the point that I know it word by word.

"Alright. I have done harder things than this." He turns off my phone, depositing it on my lap before moving behind me, his hands finding their place in my dark hair. With the same focused look, he starts braiding and I take the opportunity to take some pictures of us.

"Why are you so adamant on doing this?" I ask him as I send the pictures on his phone.

"Shh, let me concentrate, Smeraldo."

"Alright, Lucifer." I roll my eyes.

"Done." He ties the braid at the end, putting it over my right shoulder. "Finally."

"Not bad." I tease, my fingers skimming the twisted hair that looks like a beautiful braid this time. He simply rolls his eyes at me. "Thank you." I send him a small smile. 

"No problem." His hands on my shoulder, he leans down, pressing a kiss on my cheek.

"Why though?" I repeat my question again.

"You loved it when your mother braided your hair." He says, a genuine smile on his lips as he sees my surprised expression. "So, I thought you would like it."

"Xaen, I love it." I smile back at him, my eyes slightly teary. "Thank you." I get up and throw my hands around his neck.

"I wanted to make you happy, not make you cry." He says as he sees my eyes glistening