Chapter 58: Emanuele''S Wearied Expression
Chapter 58: Emanuele''s Wearied Expression
Isabe felt startled, and no matter how she struggled, it was futile. The man had her firmly in his
embrace, and his hands began to wander restlessly over her body. "Emanuele, stop!" Isabe
immediately called out, but Emanuele had his own intentions. He didn''t heed Isabe''s words. His
hands explored her face, chest, waist, and lower regions. Fingers suddenly intruded into her body,
making Isabe feel extremely uneasy. She squirmed and tried to break free from Emanuele''s
control.
Memories of simr encounters raced through her mind. While physically pleasurable, they left her
feeling humiliated. Isabe didn''t want to expose her shameful side in front of Emanuele.
Nheless, Emanuele held her waist, rendering her powerless to resist his control.
She felt Emanuele''s rough fingers press against her most sensitive areas, causing her to arch and
cry out, "Emanuele, stop! I beg you to stop!" Tears streamed down her face. However, Emanuele
not only ignored her pleas but also intensified his actions. Isabe''s hands, which were gripping his
shoulders, suddenly wed him. Her body convulsed as if electrified, and she finally gave in to her
desires.
Isabe sat weakly on top of Emanuele, breathing heavily. At this moment, she found herself
craving him, desiring his touch, which she considered terrifying.
As Isabe''s thoughts veered toward an unsettling direction, Emanuele observed her with a sense
of aplishment. Meanwhile, he experienced his own overwhelming desire. He longed to take
control and make her experience both pleasure and difort. But he restrained himself because
he didn''t want to be consumed by his desires.
Nheless, seeing her reach climax gave him a sense of satisfaction. After all, it relieved some of
the tension that had built up during this time, especially due to the Sicilian situation.
Emanuele released Isabe and taunted her, "Look at yourscivious appearance. In the future, will
you be even more wanton in bed?"
Already feeling humiliated, Isabe was further embarrassed by Emanuele''s words. She gasped for
breath, her face still flushed from her earlier encounter. "Enough, Emanuele. Please don''t torment
me in this way in the future."
Emanuele''s lips curled as he replied, "As long as I like it, every inch of your body belongs to me,
Isabe. Don''t you understand this?"
Isabe locked eyes with Emanuele, and she noticed a weariness in him that didn''t seem
characteristic of him. Emanuele had always been arrogant and self-assured, cing himself above
all others. But now, he appeared tired.
Moreover, Isabe spotted red veins in his eyes, a sign that he hadn''t been sleeping well.
Isabe couldn''t help but wonder what had kept Emanuele so busy. Was it rted to the recent
assassination attempts? She recalled Grazia telling her that she hadn''t experienced such events
since her childhood when she had been kidnapped a few times. Later, as her family took control of
Chicago, security measures had improved, and such incidents had be a thing of the past. It
was the first time in years that such a serious assassination attempt had urred.
Encountering an assassination attempt on their own turf was a significant provocation for
Emanuele, the Chicago Mafia boss. If he couldn''t handle such a situation, it would make him appear
weak, inviting more challenges.
Isabe began to feel sympathy for Emanuele. Being the head of the Mafia surely came with many
worries, and he had to protect this territory with great care. She reached out and touched his
furrowed brow, as if trying to soothe his worries.
The moment their skin touched, both Isabe and Emanuele froze.
"What are you doing?" Emanuele asked in a low, intimidating tone. At that moment, he resembled a
lion ready to pounce.
"I... I just thought your furrowed brow didn''t look good, and you need to rx," Isabe said, her
heart racing. She couldn''t understand why she had the audacity to touch Emanuele directly. After
all, he was like a devil, and she had always avoided him. Why wasn''t she afraid of him now?
Emanuele listened to Isabe''s words, his expression cold. "Isabe, if you ever dare to do that
again, I will twist your head off."
This twenty-two-year-old girl had indeed be somewhat audacious.
"Sorry," Isabe immediately apologized. She didn''t want her head literally twisted off by Emanuele.
Emanuele turned and left, leaving Isabe standing there. She sighed, realizing how tired she was
of this life. Every day, Emanuele tormented her, and in the process, she felt an array of emotions
she hadn''t expected.
She was constantly apanied by bodyguards and had to be vignt about potential
assassination attempts. She had to navigate the social circles of the Mafia. She should have been
an ordinary girl, living a simple and exciting life. Yet, everything had changed.
This weekend, Isabe decided to defy her mother''s wishes and not meet Chloe, at least not until
she left town. She needed a rebellious moment.
Isabe headed out early because Pippo had invited her for a meal to discuss some work-rted
matters. She wanted to continue working at the hospital, and as her internship period was ending,
she hoped Pippo could guide her to secure a permanent position there.
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The restaurant they chose was in a quiet part of the city center. It featured a bright, spacious hall
with spotlessly clean ss windows, high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers, and an overall
luxurious ambiance.
Isabe knew Pippo came from a wealthy family, but she hadn''t expected him to pick such a high-
end restaurant. However, she couldn''t ignore the fact that her two bodyguards stood close by, even
during their meal.
"Isabe, your bodyguards are quite diligent," Pippo quipped with a smile.
"Unfortunately, this world is too dangerous, and they don''t want anything to happen to me," Isabe
replied. The recent assassination attempt was still fresh in her mind, and Harry was yet to return,
scheduled for tomorrow. Without her bodyguards, she shuddered to think how many times she
might have faced danger.
Pippo nodded and then shifted his attention to his food. Afterward, he raised his head and said,
"Isabe, your academic performance at school and your work at the hospital have been
outstanding. You can rest assured that if nothing major urs during theing period, you will
definitely be retained after your internship ends."
Pippo''s wordsforted Isabe, calming her nerves. However, he went on to say, "But I think
having two bodyguards follow you around while you work isn''t good for you. Other colleagues at the
hospital seem to have negative opinions about it."