Chapter 117: Expressing Gratitude To Emanuele


    Chapter 117: Expressing Gratitude to Emanuele


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    "Want to go for a drink?"


    In the past, afterpleting their missions together, Emanuele used to enjoy going to the bar with


    Phillip. There, they found not only drinks but also women. However, since getting married,


    Emanuele hadn''t been to such ces.


    Today, Emanuele contemted and decided to have a drink at the bar with Phillip.


    As soon as Phillip entered the bar, he began hugging and flirting with women, while Emanuele paid


    no attention to these women, choosing to drink alone. Some women approached him for a chat, but


    Emanuele''s thoughts were solely on Isabe.


    After finishing a ss of whiskey, he stood up and told Phillip, "I''m heading back."


    "Alright, boss, you go ahead. Married men are different. They y outside and still think about their


    wives at home," Phillip quipped.


    Phillip didn''t stop Emanuele. He knew Emanuele genuinely loved his wife, but when he thought


    about Isabe''s adorable demeanor, he couldn''t help but wonder what it would be like if his own


    wife were just as cute. Perhaps, he would rush back home right after work every day.


    Isabe, separated from Evelyn, was lost in thought. She was worried that Emanuele had taken that


    man''s life. While the man had been rude in his words, it didn''t warrant paying with his life.


    Why did these situations keep happening every time she left the house? It made Isabe resent


    going outside. This wasn''t how it should be, she thought. Emanuele and his subordinates were too


    strict.


    When Isabe returned to the apartment, she didn''t pay any attention to Tony and Harry.


    Seeing Isabee back looking upset, Tony and Harry exchanged a nce, unsure of what to


    do. They were only diligently performing their work. Why was their wife so angry?


    They hadn''t done anything wrong. It was that damn bastard who was at fault!


    Lilly noticed Isabe''s mood and quickly asked her what had happened. Isabe shared her


    experiences of the day.


    "They actually told Emanuele about the whole incident. Emanuele will surely kill that man," Isabe


    said with a heavy heart. She wasn''t sad for that man; it was about a life being taken.


    She had a deep respect for life. Every time Emanuele killed, it saddened her. It seemed like he was


    doing it for her, but it also meant he regarded her as his property. When his property was vited,


    he felt his dignity was also vited, so he killed.


    Isabe hated this feeling.


    "Isabe, after marrying Emanuele, you''re not just yourself anymore. You also represent Emanuele


    and the Lombardi family," Lilly advised.


    "Why can''t I be myself?" Isabe immediately retorted. "Emanuele once said that even if we got


    married, I could still be myself."


    She didn''t want to be a puppet of a Mafia wife, restricted to certain activities every day. She


    felt that kind of life was terrible. Even though she loved Emanuele, she didn''t want to lose her


    freedom.


    Just then, they heard movement at the door, and Isabe turned to see Emanuele returning.


    Seeing Emanuele, Lilly and the others quickly stepped aside.


    Emanuele walked up to Isabe, reached out to embrace her, and pulled her into his arms, nting


    a soft kiss on her lips.


    "I heard someone hurt you today," Emanuele said.


    Isabe caught a whiff of the strong scent of blood on Emanuele''s body. It could only havee


    from that poor man. She didn''t know what had happened to the man. Was he already killed by


    Emanuele?


    The thought of him having just killed a man and now being affectionate with her made Isabe feel


    nauseous. "Did you kill him?" Isabe nervously asked the question she needed an answer to.


    "Do you think I did?" Emanuele smiled.


    Isabe gazed at Emanuele. "I was going to kill him, but since you asked, I spared his life. I merely


    gave him a punishment to let him know who he can offend and who he can''t. Now, he knows not to


    be disrespectful to anydy again," Emanuele said, choosing his words skillfully.


    Emanuele''s words sounded appealing, and Isabe was touched by them. The man had indeed


    been rude, saying harsh things upon seeing her as a delicate youngdy, making him an easy


    target for bullying. With Emanuele''s reprimand, he probably wouldn''t act so arrogantly in the future.


    Since his life was spared, Isabe felt a sense of relief. Emanuele had made a significant


    concession.


    Thinking about it, Isabe leaned in and kissed Emanuele''s cheek. "Thank you, Emanuele."


    He was willing topromise for her, wasn''t he? He could see her difort, and this demon of a


    man knew how to show respect.


    "If you want to thank me, you can do it in bed," Emanuele suggested, pulling Isabe closer to him


    as he sat on the sofa. The two were now incredibly close, and it had be quite intimate.


    Isabe''s face had turned red.


    With others in the room, Isabe couldn''t act uninhibitedly in such a situation.


    "Have you been drinking and eating outside?" Isabe asked, thinking she smelled alcohol on


    Emanuele.


    "Phillip dragged me for a drink. I didn''t eat anything," Emanuele admitted.


    "In that case, to thank you, I''ll make your favorite pasta tonight," Isabe decided, finding a way to


    express her gratitude to Emanuele.


    Emanuele released his grip on Isabe, and she went into the kitchen.


    Since Emanuele had found Lilly, Isabe hadn''t cooked in a long time. But back when she lived


    alone, she used to cook frequently.


    Isabe started preparing the ingredients. Even though it had been a while since she''d been in the


    kitchen, she was confident in her cooking skills. She quickly prepared two servings of pasta and


    brought them to the table for dinner, joining Emanuele.


    Emanuele didn''t usually like pasta, but ever since he tried Isabe''s cooking, he couldn''t exin


    why he found it to be quite tasty. He had grown to like it.


    Now, Emanuele quickly devoured the pasta Isabe prepared. Seeing this, Isabe asked if he


    wanted more, and he nodded. Isabe served him another helping.


    After dinner, they sat on the sofa and watched TV. Isabe''s favorite variety show was on.


    Emanuele frowned. "You really never get tired of this show."


    "Of course not. When Grazia lived here before, I couldn''t watch it, and I missed it so much," Isabe


    said.


    Emanuele pinched Isabe''s nose. "I''m different from that male guest you like. Aren''t you


    disappointed?"


    "Of course not," Isabe replied, teasing him, "Even though you have a temper, can be rough, and


    are quick to kill, it might seem like there''s nothing good about you..."


    As she spoke, she noticed Emanuele''s expression darkening. He looked like he might want to kill


    someone. Isabe stifled herughter.


    "But you do have some good points," she continued, seeing Emanuele''s mood improve slightly. He


    cared about her opinion. In their game, she might not be the loser after all.