Chapter 14: He Kissed Her
Chapter 14: He Kissed Her
Isabe''s heart raced, and she couldn''t help but feel a sense of fear, fearing what was about to
happen next.
Emanuele noticed them and immediately turned his gaze in their direction, but his focus was mainly
on Isabe. His sharp eyes resembled that of a fierce beast, radiating an oppressive aura that made
Isabe''s whole body tense.
Even though rk and Emanuele belonged to the same social circle, rk appeared gentle and
sophisticated, like a true gentleman. But Emanuele? He seemed like a monster to her. Isabe had
witnessed intense scenes in the hospital, dealing with bloody emergencies, but none of those had
instilled the fear she felt in Emanuele''s presence.
"Emanuele, what a coincidence, are you here to watch a movie too?" rk greeted Emanuele
warmly, assuming it was purely coincidental.
"rk, I''m here to pick up my sister. Sophia mentioned that we''re having dinner together tonight,"
Emanuele replied, casually discarding his cigarette butt on the ground, pressing it out with his foot.
It seemed to be one of hisst acts of courtesy.
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"Oh, really? That''s unfortunate," rk said with a tinge of disappointment. He looked at Isabe and
asked, "Isabe, are you going home for dinner with your mother?"
"I..." Isabe shot a re at Emanuele. Her mother was on her honeymoon with Leo; there was no
dinner to attend. But under Emanuele''s intimidating gaze, it felt as if her neck would be snapped if
she didn''tply.
Isabe meekly responded, "Yes, my mom called a few times while I was watching the movie. She
probably wants me toe home for dinner."
"Let''s go, Isabe," Emanuele said curtly, opening the passenger door for her.
Isabe nced back at rk. "I guess I should go."
"Alright, I hope next time we can have aplete date," rk said, though he was somewhat
disappointed. He then turned to Emanuele and added, "Drive safely."
He wished he could have been the one to drive Isabe home; that would have been so much
better.
Once they were inside the car, Emanuele''s demeanor changed dramatically from the friendly face
he''d shown to rk. His expression turned icy.
Not a word was spoken as Emanuele drove off, taking Isabe away from the movie theater. The
atmosphere in the SUV was tense, and Isabe couldn''t help but notice that Emanuele, being the
head of the Chicago Mafia, never traveled alone. She noticed that there were cars following them
from the front and the back, clearly driven by his bodyguards.
Emanuele, fueled by anger, pressed harder on the gas pedal, elerating to nearly 200 miles per
hour. The scenery outside became a blur, and fear gripped Isabe so tightly that she had to grab
onto the handle for support.
"Emanuele, can you slow down a bit?" Isabe nervously spoke up.
But Emanuele showed no intention of slowing down; in fact, he seemed to be speeding up.
"Are you out of your mind?" Isabe couldn''t help but mutter.
Emanuele nced at Isabe and couldn''t help but smile, a smile tainted with a hint of bloodlust.
"Yes, I am. I must be out of my mind toe to the movies looking for you," he spat out menacingly.
He didn''t even understand why he had done it. After finding out that Isabe was on a date with
rk, he had desperately tried calling her. When Isabe didn''t pick up, he immediately had his
assistant find out her location. Seeing Isabe and rk emerge from the theater, he felt a zing
anger ignite within him, as if it could burn both of them to ashes.
He had smoked nearly ten cigarettes, and watching Isabe and rk walk out of the theater so
affectionately had fueled a raging fire in his chest. It felt like it was about to burst out of him,
incinerating both the man and the woman in front of him.
He had gone mad. He genuinely didn''t know what he was doing.
Emanuele''s inexplicable outburst left Isabe both fearful and bewildered. She couldn''t make sense
of his sudden anger.
Soon, the car arrived at the Lombardi mansion. In the parking lot, Emanuele parked the car, and
Isabe, sensing an opportunity to escape Emanuele''s presence, unbuckled her seatbelt and
opened the car door to get out.
However, she realized that the car door had been locked by Emanuele, and her attempts to push it
open were in vain.
"Emanuele, I need to get out of the car," Isabe said, her voice trembling.
Emanuele didn''t respond to her but instead lit a cigarette, inhaling slowly. The smoke began to fill
the car, making Isabe feel increasingly ufortable. She hadn''t noticed before, but it seemed
that Emanuele had a penchant for smoking.
After finishing his cigarette, Emanuele finally calmed down a bit. However, the smell of smoke
lingered in the car, making Isabe cough involuntarily.
As she coughed a couple of times, she suddenly felt her body bing lighter. She realized that
Emanuele had lifted her into hisp.
While the SUV was spacious, having two people in the same seat made it feel cramped. Isabe
felt like she was squeezed against him, her cheek resting on his chest. She could feel his warmth
and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was nothing like what she had expected; his heartbeat
was strong and had a distinct rhythm, showing the incredible vitality within him. She had believed
him to be heartless, but this suggested otherwise.
"Isabe, your behavior today has made me very angry," Emanuele said in a cold, icy tone, his
voice as cold as the surface of a frozenke.
Oh, dear! Isabe thought. She had been obedient enough, so why was he angry? Why was this
man''s mood so unpredictable and inconsistent?
"What do you want from me? I''ve followed your instructions, and you''re still angry? I''m the one
who''s truly upset here!" Isabe eximed, trying to free herself from Emanuele''s embrace, but his
grip was strong, and she couldn''t break free.
"I told you, you can only get married. No dating. You didn''t listen," Emanuele murmured, his hand
gently caressing Isabe''s cheek. Looking at her tender, eggshell-like face in contrast to his
calloused hand, he couldn''t help but marvel at the difference.
A woman like her was meant to be cherished.
"Only get married?" Isabe gasped. She couldn''t believe it. "Emanuele, you''re going too far! I''ve
followed your orders and interacted with the people you wanted me to. How does my dating affect
you? Why are you stopping me from dating?"
Emanuele suddenly found himself at a loss for words, unable to respond to Isabe''s question.
Indeed, why did he care if she dated someone else? Why did he feel so anxious and angry when he
saw her being affectionate with other men? He couldn''t stand seeing her with anyone else. If
possible, that person should never even look at her.
These thoughts seemed absurd to him, and he couldn''t understand why he was thinking this way.
"Emanuele, I don''t understand why you don''t want me to date rk. I can''t just marry him right
away, kiss him, embrace him, sleep with him, and have his children, can I?" Isabe was getting
frustrated as she recounted the ridiculous expectations ced upon her.
Little did she know that her words were continually provoking Emanuele. Frustrated, he lowered his
head and kissed Isabe''s lips.