Chapter 89: He Couldn''T Resist Her Sexiness


    Chapter 89: He Couldn''t Resist Her Sexiness


    Isabe looked at the multitude of clothes in front of her, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Did she really


    have to try each and every one of them on? She had no idea when this would end.


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    "Or you could just pick out some that suit my style," Isabe suggested. "I don''t think I need to try on


    these particr sets; they look good enough to keep."


    "That''s fine too, but, Isabe, now that you''re the queen of the Mafia, you can''t just wear one style


    of clothes. You should experiment with various styles. For instance, this sexy dress," Grazia said as


    she sifted through the rack, selecting a ck velvet gown. Despite being a full-length dress, it


    featured a single shoulder and a high slit from the thigh down. It wasn''t hard to imagine how sensual


    it would look when worn, with each step revealing more thigh.


    Looking at this seductive dress, Isabe couldn''t help but recall a previous asion. Grazia had


    given her a simrly sexy dress to wear at a party, which had infuriated Emanuele. He had insisted


    she cover her legs with his clothing as if fearing she would be exposed.


    Thinking about it now, Isabe suddenly became certain of something.


    Could it be that Emanuele actually likes her? Why else would he react so strongly to her dressing


    provocatively and insist on covering her up?


    But at that time, they had only recently met, and they had been in a constant struggle. Emanuele


    had shown several times that he wanted to harm her.


    Isabe began to doubt herself once more. She thought, maybe she was mistaken in her


    interpretation. Even though they were married now, Emanuele had said he only wanted to have


    some fun with her, iming to consider her as family, and he protected her like family to prevent any


    harm to her, which could tarnish his reputation, and that was all.


    Emanuele had just walked in the door and was greeted by the sound ofughter and chatter in the


    house. The women''sughter was like joyful music flowing through the air.


    It had been a long time since Emanuele had experienced this sense of home. How long had it


    been? Since his mother''s death, their home had turned cold. His father frequently worked long


    hours and rarely stayed at home. Their family now consisted of only him and Grazia, and he had


    grown increasingly somber over the years, often locking himself in his room or going to the shooting


    range to practice.


    Now, listening to theughter and chatter inside the house, Emanuele felt a surreal sensation.


    Emanuele''s gazended on the many clothes in the room, as well as the unfamiliar faces.


    The familiar faces belonged to Grazia and Lilly, and, of course, Isabe.


    Emanuele almost instantly fixed his gaze on Isabe, and then he couldn''t look away.


    Isabe was wearing a red spaghetti-strap dress that resembled mes, entuating her already


    fair skin, making it even more radiant.


    Her figure was curvy, and the low-cut dress perfectly revealed her sexy cleavage.


    Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, as smooth as silk.


    Her eyes glistened under the soft lighting, clear like amber.


    The dress reached just above Isabe''s thighs, leaving her long, fair legs exposed below, as bright


    as pearls. Emanuele couldn''t help but recall the way she had wrapped those legs around his waist


    the night before.


    Emanuele felt the heat in his entire body concentrating towards his lower half, and his gaze found it


    hard to move away from Isabe. Isabe, too, noticed Emanuele''s intense gaze and stared back at


    him, her expression nervous. She was dressed so provocatively, would Emanuele be angry?


    "Emanuele,e and have a look at your wife. How does this outfit look?" Grazia greeted


    Emanuele as he entered the room.


    Emanuele approached Isabe, his gaze still fixed on her. It made Isabe''s breath slow down, and


    she felt like she was almost breathless, not due to her fear of confined spaces but because she was


    extremely nervous.


    Emanuele''s gaze was so raw, and he came up to her, still staring at her. "Is this outfit nice?" Isabe


    asked him, trying to sound calm.


    "It''s nice," Emanuele replied, and it was nice enough to make him want Isabe immediately.


    However, he restrained his desires in the presence of so many people.


    Emanuele reached out and pulled Isabe into his arms. She was small and curvy, her flesh soft


    and warm, and she carried a sweet scent. Emanuele couldn''t help but want to hold her for longer.


    He held Isabe, and from his angle, he could see her cleavage, brilliantly bouncing before him. It


    made his eyes me.


    He lowered his head and bit her earlobe, saying, "But this kind of outfit should only be worn in front


    of me."


    He liked these little moments that were just between them, a yful little secret. He didn''t want


    other men to see her like this; it would drive him insane.


    Emanuele''s words made Isabe''s heart race, as though it might burst out of her. When he nibbled


    her ear, her earlobe still tingled with his searing touch, burning her soul.


    Soon, Emanuele let her go. But Isabe was still longing for the warmth of his body.


    This was bad! Although she didn''t want to admit it, Emanuele had indeed won her heart. She felt


    herself gradually sumbing to him in their battles.


    Get a grip, Isabe, you shouldn''t be like this. She scolded herself inwardly. In this game of


    emotions, if she got in too deep, she would likely end up in a miserable situation.


    After Emanuele released Isabe, he looked to Grazia on the side and asked, "Did you pick out


    many clothes like this for her?"


    "Not too many, just these few," Grazia pointed to the clothes neatly arranged on a nearby rack, the


    ones they had already selected. They would be ced directly in Isabe''s closetter.


    Emanuele looked at all these sexy dresses and frowned. "That''s enough, these are sufficient.


    Choose some of a different style."


    With that, Emanuele picked out a few ck outfits and said to Isabe, "I like ck, Isabe, you


    should like it too."


    "Are you trying to wear matching outfits as a couple?" Grazia eximed, "So sweet, and I think it''s


    nice."


    Isabe knew that Emanuele had a particr fondness for ck clothing. He could wear it even


    with a pile of bloodstains, and she wondered if that was the reason he always chose ck.


    Isabe didn''t mind this color either, so she selected several sets of ck outfits.


    "How can I not fulfill my husband''s small request?" Isabe shed a faint smile at Emanuele.


    In this attire, her smile became even more seductive and alluring. Emanuele couldn''t resist pinching


    her waist.


    "I think this sky blue dress is nice," Grazia suggested, pulling out a sexy fitted dress that she


    thought would entuate the figure.


    Emanuele, however, snatched it away and tossed it aside. "This one doesn''t look good," he


    dered. He felt that if Isabe wore it, most of her behind would be exposed.


    "How about this blouse, you surely won''t have any objections to it?" Grazia offered another shirt.


    But when Isabe put it on, revealing her seductive cleavage, Emanuele couldn''t hold back his


    exmation, "Damn it, throw away this piece of clothing!"