World 2: Mixed-Blood Psychotic Mafia Boss × Original Female Lead’s Roommate – Socially Anxious Stuttering Girl 07

Fu Yu didn’t start feeling better until her period ended.

She had been lying in bed for four days — and Cosimo had cared for her throughout all four.

It was obvious he had no prior experience looking after someone. Even wiping her face with a towel had to be taught step-by-step by the housekeeper.

Cosimo gingerly held her slender wrist.

Fu Yu was like a timid little rabbit — sweet, small, and impossible not to want to devour whole.

The towel slowly glided over Fu Yu’s skin.

Cosimo’s eyes darkened with every motion.

This part of her was his.

And so was that part.

All of Fu Yu belonged to him.

Damn.

Cosimo found himself increasingly distracted. From childhood to adulthood, he had never been interested in women.

Yet once he met Fu Yu, he couldn’t stop.

He wanted to tie her to the bed and cherish her day and night.

But the doctor had warned him — Fu Yu wouldn’t be able to handle that. It would be bad for her health.

Suddenly, Cosimo flung the towel aside, clenched his jaw, and growled, “I’m stepping out.”

Then he stormed into the bathroom for his fourth cold shower of the day.

The housekeeper smiled with satisfaction.

He had served the Lorenzo family since he was young and had watched Cosimo grow from a boy into the current head of the mafia clan.

Cosimo had always been precocious — perhaps because he had seen too much death, betrayal, and power struggles. It made him cold, indifferent, emotionally detached.

His father’s twisted values only deepened the housekeeper’s concern that Cosimo would die alone.

But thankfully, he met Fu Yu.

The housekeeper was very optimistic about her. He believed she would teach Cosimo how to love properly.

But he was too naive.

The next day, while in the study, the housekeeper happened to see a surveillance feed of Fu Yu’s bedroom on the computer.

And inside her jewelry box — a necklace embedded with a tracking device.

To Cosimo, this was the correct way to love.

Only through complete possession and control, through pathological confinement and suffocating restraint, could he feel safe.

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When Fu Yu woke up, she felt a cold touch on her collarbone.

A pink diamond necklace was now resting around her neck. Just as she adjusted the pendant, Cosimo took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it gently.

“Do you like it?”

His voice was so gentle — it was hard to imagine this was the same Cosimo known for bloodlust and cruelty.

Fu Yu squinted slightly and, in recognition of his recent attentive care, rewarded him by hugging him back, her cheek nuzzling against his chest.

Cosimo’s eyes widened, stunned — as if he couldn’t believe Fu Yu would take the initiative to embrace him.

The icy coldness in his gaze melted away.

His hand, which had only been supporting her waist, now tightened with possessive strength.

Fu Yu closed her eyes and carefully leaned in toward Cosimo’s lips.

The original character was shy and reserved — but this level of kissing should still fall within the acceptable range of her personality, right?

Cosimo’s gaze lingered on her red lips.

But what he wanted… was so much more than a kiss.

Though Fu Yu clearly hadn’t realized it yet.

If she really did kiss him, Cosimo knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back tonight.

No.

He couldn’t hurt Fu Yu.

For the first time in his life, Cosimo suppressed his desire for someone else’s sake — something he’d never done for anyone before.

Just as Fu Yu’s lips were about to touch his, Cosimo turned his face away.

He struggled to loosen his tie, undoing a button to ease his breath.

“You should rest.”

He barely managed to control his impulses as he staggered back to the bathroom.

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“System, show me Cosimo’s affection level.”

Fu Yu hadn’t checked it since she met him.

She wasn’t in any hurry to capture his heart yet.

“Congratulations, host! His affection level is currently 10,000 — you’re ranked #1 for starting affection with this fixer male lead~”

“Then… why did he push me away?”

Fu Yu was confused.

The system gave a mischievous, knowing smile.

It decided not to reveal the truth — best to let this villain suffer a little more~

After spending so much time with Fu Yu, even the system had picked up her dark-horse tendencies.

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Although Fu Yu was technically Cosimo’s assistant, to anyone watching, it was clearly him taking care of her.

He wouldn’t even let anyone hand her tissues — he insisted on doing it himself.

Others weren’t allowed to so much as touch the corner of her clothes.

Even when boarding a helicopter, Fu Yu was only allowed to hold Cosimo’s hand.

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Cosimo’s father’s funeral was held at St. De Cathedral on Sicily Island.

Cosimo hadn’t returned in time for the arrangements — so everything fell to his cousin Palumbo.

Palumbo was the son of Cosimo’s father’s brother. After losing his own parents early, he was adopted into the Lorenzo household.

At twelve, he was sent to study abroad in London — officially for education, but in truth to exile him and push him away from the power center.

Palumbo believed Cosimo’s father had murdered his own brother to secure the mafia’s succession.

To him, the position of mafia heir should’ve been his.

Cosimo’s father, and Cosimo himself, were nothing but lowly thieves.

So when the old man died, Palumbo didn’t even bother pretending anymore.

He mobilized the elite forces he’d been secretly raising for years — determined to kill Cosimo before he returned.

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At the funeral, Palumbo greeted guests with a mild smile.

“Cosimo, you actually came back?”

Cosimo and Fu Yu arrived, surrounded by bodyguards.

Palumbo’s face darkened slightly, but he still maintained the façade of the doting older brother, pulling Cosimo into a hug.

“My dear brother, I thought you’d left your soul in Paris.”

Cosimo’s cold eyes narrowed, a faint smirk on his lips. “Thanks to you, brother, I narrowly escaped with my life.”

A flicker of murderous intent flashed in Palumbo’s eyes — then quickly vanished.

“And this beautiful young lady is…?”

Palumbo reached out, trying to perform the traditional Italian cheek-kiss greeting on Fu Yu.

Cosimo coldly swatted his hand away.

“She’s mine.”

Just five words — but they made Fu Yu’s place in his heart abundantly clear.

The entire room of guests fell silent. Everyone turned to look at Fu Yu in curiosity.

So this was the rumored Eastern woman Cosimo brought back from Paris?

She didn’t look particularly special, though…

Palumbo sneered slightly. “I didn’t expect that right after Father’s death, you’d fall into lust and distraction. I really question your ability to lead the organization…”

Before he could finish, Cosimo grabbed Palumbo by the throat and slammed him against the wall.

The bodyguards on both sides immediately drew their guns, pointing at each other.

The atmosphere was tense — a single trigger could start a bloodbath.

“Twenty years of education in London, and you still haven’t learned basic manners?”

“Then again, being parentless and unloved, I suppose you never had anyone to teach you.”

The last three words were spoken with icy precision.

Even if he was family — no one could insult Fu Yu.

“You’d hurt a family member over a woman?”

SLAP!

Fu Yu stepped forward and slapped Palumbo across the face.

His sharp gaze flickered — briefly confused.

This woman… dared to hit him?!

“You hit me?”

“You called Cosimo’s affection for me ‘lustful indulgence’? I’m a person — not some object. Men like you, who don’t respect women — deserve to be slapped.”