Chapter 91: Can I Continue Kissing You?


    Chapter 91: Can I Continue Kissing You?


    After Isabe''s words, she turned her head to the side, as if she didn''t want to see Emanuele


    anymore.


    Emanuele, however, held Isabe''s chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. Isabe felt tormented.


    "Since you don''t like me and only want a wife''s role to face your enemies together, why me? Why


    not someone else?"


    She couldn''tprehend why Emanuele, if he didn''t like her, had chosen to marry her. With his


    charisma, he could have any woman he wanted with a snap of his fingers. Yet he specifically chose


    her.


    Was it because he saw her interest in him? Did he want to y with her?


    Isabe regretted. She shouldn''t have agreed to be Emanuele''s bride yesterday.


    "Isabe, if I truly didn''t care about you, do you think you could marry me?" Emanuele let go of


    Isabe and stood up.


    Isabe was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"


    Emanuele''s hand reached for Isabe''s neck, stroking her skin, feeling her pulse beneath it. He


    tugged at his lips, speaking softly, "Isabe, I don''t just marry any woman. Marrying you means I''m


    interested in you. Don''t you understand?"


    Interested? Isabe remembered what Emanuele had said earlier, about how he hadn''t finished


    having fun with her, which was why he couldn''t bear for her to leave with rk to Canada. She


    figured he would discard her once he grew tired of her.


    At that moment, Emanuele let go of Isabe, walked to the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of water to


    drink.


    Isabe also felt exhausted. She had intended to go upstairs, take a shower, and rest.


    But she hadn''t anticipated that Emanuele would follow her. He grasped her hand and pressed her


    against the nearby wall. His entire body pressed against hers.


    "What''s wrong? Aren''t you happy?" He had spoken to this point; didn''t Isabe understand?


    "Happy, of course, I''m happy." Isabe reached up, circling her arms around Emanuele''s neck, a


    seductive smile on her face. No matter what, their game had been ongoing, and she couldn''t afford


    to lose.


    Isabe stood on her tiptoes and kissed Emanuele''s lips. The man hesitated for a moment but then


    held her head, deepening the kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, devouring her sweetness, trying


    to consume every bit of her aura.


    But soon, Isabe pulled away from Emanuele''s embrace, looking into his eyes, which were filled


    with desire and a hint of confusion. She yfully raised the corner of her lips.


    "I think, perhaps if I have some time, I can go out? I don''t want to stay in the apartment all the time."


    Was she negotiating with him? Emanuele suppressed his desires and nodded, "You can, but you


    must take enough guards with you."


    "Can I buy enough things to decorate this ce the way I like?" Isabe smiled at Emanuele,


    feeling her mood had improved somewhat.


    "You can buy whatever you want. Use the credit card as you please, as long as there''s ce in the


    apartment for what you want."


    Emanuele spoke and reached for Isabe''s cheeks, lowering his head so that their foreheads


    touched, and their eyes met, noses inches apart. With each breath, their warm breath mingled,


    filling the air.


    "So, can I continue kissing you now?"


    Without waiting for Isabe''s response, Emanuele captured her lips, his tongue delving in,


    devouring everything.


    ...


    Emanuele kept his word, and the very next day, he surprised Isabe by taking her out for some


    rxation.


    Isabe found this unexpected, considering she had to wait for a while.


    "Are you ready?" Emanuele leaned against the wardrobe, watching Isabe with joy as she fluttered


    about the closet, picking her outfit as if she cherished this outing.


    "I''ve never had this many clothes before. It''s enough to open a clothing store," Isabe said while


    sifting through the outfits. She finally decided on a light blue floral sundress. It had short sleeves,


    cinched at the waist, and red out at the skirt. Isabe paired it with silver high heels made of shiny


    material, reminiscent of Cindere''s ss slipper. She alsobed her long hair, giving it more


    volume and curls.


    Emanuele stood by the closet, hands crossed over his chest, yfully observing Isabe.


    "Very beautiful, sweetheart. You look stunning just like that."


    What mattered most was that her dress was not too revealing. It was a simple and modest style but


    still entuated Isabe''s femininity.


    Even so, Emanuele couldn''t seem to take his eyes off Isabe. It was difficult to fathom the extent of


    her allure to him. It was as if he orbited her like the Earth orbits the Sun.


    Isabe felt ted to have Emanuele''s appreciation.


    Upon a closer look, she noticed Emanuele himself was dressed in a suit. Emanuele always looked


    handsome in casual attire, carrying an aura of danger. Yet when he wore a suit, he appeared


    refined.


    Isabe linked her arm with Emanuele''s, and they left for their outing.


    Even though she was aware that the outside world was perilous, remaining cooped up in the


    apartment all the time would drive her insane.


    Emanuele and Isabe first visited a mall. She had bought enough clothing the previous day, but


    her collection of essories was limited. Emanuele provided her with some jewelry, hats, and belts.


    After shopping, Emanuele decided they should go out for dinner.


    Phillip suggested, "The restaurant''s already chosen, it''s an Italian one."


    Isabe looked at Emanuele, who responded, "Isn''t that your favorite? You''ve been there with rk


    before."


    Isabe was surprised that he remembered such a distant event.


    For some reason, the way Emanuele spoke made her feel like he was jealous.


    The restaurant was small, with only a few tables. At that moment, only two tables had diners. When


    Emanuele and Isabe entered, two men at one of the tables fixed their gaze on her. The man on


    the left stared tantly at her chest and legs, which made Isabe ufortable. However, some


    men always seemed to undress women with their eyes. Despite her difort, Isabe endured it.


    "What would you like to eat?" Emanuele led Isabe to their table and called the waiter to ce


    their order.


    "I''d like a bacon and tomato pasta," Isabe said.


    Emanuele ordered several dishes.


    While waiting for the food, Isabe couldn''t help but feel the men''s unabashed gazes. Their


    lecherous eyes made her wonder if they had already stripped her naked in their minds.


    Isabe felt increasingly uneasy.


    Suddenly, Emanuele got up and headed toward the two men.


    Isabe had a bad feeling and grabbed Emanuele''s sleeve. "Emanuele, please sit down and let''s


    enjoy our meal."


    "Wait a moment, I have something to attend to," Emanuele brushed off Isabe''s hand on his sleeve


    and proceeded towards the two men.


    "Phillip, aren''t you going to stop your boss?" Isabe was very concerned.


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    Phillip shrugged and said, "Don''t worry, Isabe, those two jerks will pay for their behavior."


    "Pay?" Isabe''s heart raced, and she was left quite shaken.