Chapter 88: Please Make Emanuele Happy


    Chapter 88: Please Make Emanuele Happy


    In Isabe''s impression, Pippo was a decent guy, but sometimes she found his concern a bit


    overwhelming. She often felt like her privacy was invaded, even though she knew Pippo meant well.


    However, now that Pippo was dating Evelyn, it took her by surprise. She couldn''t recall Pippo


    showing any romantic interest in Evelyn before.


    "How did you two get together?" Isabe asked.


    "There was a shooting at the hospital, and you weren''ting to work. I was feeling really down at


    that time, and Pippo was there, caring for me. Eventually, he confessed his feelings, and we got


    together."


    "Pippo still worries about you a lot, Isabe. Are you okay? Has Emanuele threatened you?"


    Isabe shook her head. Just then, Grazia''s voice came through.


    "I''m here, Isabe, three minutes earlier than our agreed time," Grazia announced.


    "Let''s catch up another time," Isabe told Evelyn and ended their video call.


    Grazia was dressed in a ck dress, with striking silver earrings, exuding an air of elegance and


    sophistication. She looked every bit the true mafia princess she was.


    Isabe and Grazia exchanged a hug, and Grazia took a good look at Isabe. "It seems like you


    had a good timest night."


    Grazia''sment made Isabe blush instantly.


    Grazia nced at the shopping website Isabe had opened and couldn''t help but advise, "Don''t


    look at these. Online clothes might look good, but you won''t know if they fit until you try them. I just


    called the clothing stores I frequent and had them send over a batch of clothes. They should arrive


    shortly. For now, let''s enjoy our coffee."


    Grazia leaned against the kitchen counter and peered at Isabe. "You don''t look like you''re about


    to kill Emanuele. Honestly, I''m really curious about your story with him."


    Isabe burst intoughter. "I didn''t find out Emanuele was my groom until he said it at the wedding


    yesterday. Can you believe that?"


    "That''s truly miraculous," Grazia said, clearly still in shock. "I don''t understand why Emanuele did


    this. Even my parents seem clueless. But I really don''t want to know about my brother''s sex life."


    Isabe chuckled and shook her head. "Don''t worry, I''ll never tell you."


    Whenever Isabe thought of Emanuele, his rough and beastly demeanor, she felt herself plunging


    into the depths of desire. My, she hadn''t been so keen on this aspect before, but now, she sensed


    that she had be Emanuele''s sex ve.


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    However, what happened in the bedroom should stay in the bedroom. It wasn''t something to be


    casually shared with others. Still, Isabe couldn''t help but be curious about Emanuele. She felt like


    she didn''t know much about him. Grazia, who had grown up with him, should have a better


    understanding.


    "Grazia, can you tell me more about Emanuele? I feel like there''s a lot I don''t know about him.


    Sometimes, I manage to make him angry, and when he gets angry, it''s genuinely terrifying."


    "Then you might have misunderstood Emanuele," Grazia replied. "I know Emanuele sometimes


    appears harsh and unfeeling, but he''s not a bad person. It''s just that sometimes his demands can


    be rather strict."


    Strict demands? Isabe pondered Grazia''s words.


    "Right now, Emanuele is single-handedly carrying the Chicago Mafia. He has a tremendous burden


    on his shoulders. He must ensure the safety of all of us, and currently, the situation is dire. He''s


    under immense pressure."


    Listening to Grazia, Isabe couldn''t help but think about Emanuele''s recent busyness. Although he


    hadn''t confided in her, she could sense that his stress had multiplied since the time they first met.


    His scent of blood was bing stronger, and his aura more ominous. It made her sick and


    disgusted. However, in his world, his actions were justified. If he didn''t eliminate those people, they


    would kill him. Moreover, Emanuele had to protect all of them, and he remembered the sacrifices of


    his subordinates clearly.


    How could she think he had no heart?


    "Has Emanuele rxed at all with such pressure?" Isabe inquired.


    Grazia shrugged. "He probably has, but I don''t know."


    Isabe couldn''t resist asking another question. "Has he ever had a girlfriend?"


    Grazia replied, "He has never brought anyone home for us to see. Isabe, to be honest, you must


    hold a very special ce in Emanuele''s heart. Otherwise, after all these years of being single, he


    wouldn''t have suddenly decided to marry you. Regardless of whether he married you to toy with


    you, I''ve never seen Emanuele this nervous around anyone."


    Is that so? Isabe thought about Emanuele''s perpetually icy demeanor, even when he announced


    their marriage. Despite the sudden decision, his expression hadn''t changed at all. He remained as


    cold as ever, making it impossible to discern any emotions.


    "Although he appears unfeeling, the moment he considers you under his protection, he''ll treat you


    well. He''s a person who''s loyal to his promises, and he will definitely respect the vows made at your


    wedding. One thing is certain, Emanuele will be faithful to his vows, just as you both pledged


    yesterday that only death could part you," Grazia''s words sent a shiver down Isabe''s spine


    because she felt this sentence carried more than one meaning. The death it referred to wasn''t just


    dying of old age; it could also mean...


    "Does this mean Emanuele will be faithful in marriage? That he won''t treat it lightly?" Isabe


    inquired.


    Grazia nodded. "Yes, that''s right. Of course, he also expects you to reciprocate in the same way."


    Isabe said, "I understand."


    However, her heart was racing. She couldn''tprehend if it was Grazia who didn''t fully


    understand Emanuele or if it was her who was still struggling to grasp him. Emanuele had made it


    clear that he only wanted to y with her, then discard her when he grew tired. But Grazia''s words


    were different.


    Isabe suddenly felt that Emanuele was trulyplex, a puzzle she couldn''t solve. She was his


    wife now, and they had shared the most intimate moments, yet she still felt like she didn''t know him


    well enough. But at least he had been kind to those around him, hadn''t he?


    "Isabe, there''s something I''d like to ask of you," Grazia began.


    Isabe paused and looked at Grazia. "What is it?"


    "Could you try to make Emanuele happier? He''s under immense pressure."


    "I''ll do my best," Isabe replied. "But you know he''s not the easiest person to get along with."


    "That''s exactly why I''m asking you," Grazia finished her coffee.


    Just then, there was amotion at the door. Tony opened it, revealing the delivery from the


    clothing stores Grazia frequented.


    Isabe stood up, looking at the multitude of clothes being pushed inside. She couldn''t hide her


    amazement. "Isn''t this too many clothes?"


    It felt like she could open a boutique in her own home.


    "Try them all on. Keep what fits, return what doesn''t. Isabe, you''re going to work hard today,


    bing a doll for everyone to dress up," Grazia casually picked up one of the outfits and


    encouraged Isabe to try it on.