Chapter 143: Luring Isabe


    Chapter 143: Luring Isabe


    And so, the two changed several positions until they were both exhausted, and only then did


    Emanuele release Isabe. Now, theyy in bed, Emanuele holding Isabe from behind. His hands


    caressed Isabe''s spine, giving her a tingling sensation on her back.


    Ticklish, yet strangely wonderful.


    In the end, his hands stopped at a certain spot. Isabe knew it was where her butterfly tattoo was.


    He still cared about this.


    She thought that his return and their intimate moments meant he had let go of the suspicions in his


    heart. Yet, it seemed otherwise.


    "Why did youe back?" Isabe inquired.


    "Lilly said you''ve been in a bad moodtely, unable to eat," Emanuele''s low voice sounded from


    behind her.


    "Yes, a little," Isabe replied.


    "Because of me?"


    "You''re suspecting me, aren''t you?"


    Emanuele furrowed his brows, and after a while, he said, "I admit, in fact, it''s Frederick who made


    me suspicious of you. He has a photo of your back tattoo. This ce, only the most intimate person


    could know about. You''ve never worn backless outfits, so where did he get a picture of your back?"


    Although Isabe knew she was innocent, Emanuele''s words had some validity.


    She found it strange too.


    "Could it be photoshopped? He only needed to know I had a back tattoo, and he might find


    someone to Photoshop a design simr to mine."


    "That''s also possible. Don''t worry too much about this. I just want to investigate the cause and


    effect. Even if you have nothing to do with him, I want to know why he knows these details about


    you and why he''s doing this."


    Emanuele, at this moment, was caressing Isabe''s hair gently. His movements were tender,


    making Isabe feel like a cat lying in its owner''s arms-extremelyfortable.


    Isabe leaned against Emanuele. She hoped Emanuele could uncover the truth soon.


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    "No skipping meals from now on," a voice suddenly came when Isabe was about to fall asleep.


    Isabe immediately woke up and nodded, "I know. Can you also not be away so often?"


    Even though she often got angry with Emanuele, thinking he was heartless, Isabe always looked


    forward to meeting him, hugging, and kissing him.


    She knew her body needed Emanuele; she couldn''t live without him. Therefore, she had this


    contradictory mentality, scolding Emanuele as a devil on one hand, but unable to leave him on the


    other.


    Emanuele smiled, "Alright."


    Actually, today was a rare moment of rxation for him. In these past few days, stimted by


    Frederick''s information, he was almost going crazy. He was like a machine, constantly immersed in


    work.


    He wanted to find Frederick, wanted to kill him immediately. At the same time, he wanted to know


    where Frederick got Isabe''s information. If Isabe was innocent, then was it someone around


    her? Frederick''s actions were a challenge to him. He couldn''t even protect his own wife.


    This feeling made Emanuele feel terrible.


    Until tonight, returning to the apartment, entering Isabe''s body, Emanuele finally felt rxed.


    Isabey in Emanuele''s arms, and the two snuggled tightly together. Isabe felt an


    unprecedented tranquility. Shey against Emanuele and drifted off to sleep.


    And for Emanuele, who hadn''t slept much in these days, he quickly fell asleep too.


    The next day, when Isabe woke up, she found Emanuele was still there, which was very rare.


    Usually, he was gone by the time she woke up.


    She hadn''t observed Emanuele closely for a while. Shortly after waking up, before she could


    carefully observe him, she saw him open his eyes.


    Emanuele, unlike an ordinary person, didn''t wake up groggy. He quickly became alert, his gaze as


    cold and ruthless as ever. But towards her, he was gentle, nting a kiss on her forehead. "Baby,


    awake?"


    Isabe smiled, leaving Emanuele''s embrace. She sat up, saying, "You rarely sleep in thiste. I''ll


    go downstairs and have Lilly prepare breakfast."


    They were lying naked together, but Isabe, now leaving Emanuele''s side, went to freshen up and


    change. Emanuele observed Isabe''s delicate waist, curvy hips, and slender legs. Her perfect


    figure reignited the mes of desire in him.


    He really wanted to pull Isabe back for another round. Unfortunately, he had many things to


    attend to; he couldn''t dy any longer.


    For breakfast, Lilly prepared toast, eggs, sausages, and milk. Isabe and Emanuele sat facing


    each other. Despite knowing that Emanuele still harbored suspicions about her, Isabe''s mood had


    improved, perhaps due to the passionate night they had experienced.


    "Emanuele, if you have any concerns, just ask me. I''ll answer anything I know," Isabe said. They


    were a married couple, and they should be open about any issues instead of hiding things.


    Emanuele looked at Isabe, staring at her for several seconds. His gaze scanned her face like a


    scanner. After a while, he said, "No need. I''ve asked what I needed to ask."


    Since he chose to believe Isabe, he needed to find out Frederick''s motives. If Isabe had no


    connection with Frederick, why did he say he would hand Isabe over, disappearing forever?


    In the office, Phillip, seeing Emanuele lost in thought, couldn''t help but offer his suggestion. "Boss,


    what if you try handing your wife over to him?" Now that Frederick was hiding in the shadows and


    they were in the open, maybe using Isabe as bait could help locate him.


    But before he could finish, Emanuele kicked him. "How dare you suggest that?" Emanuele''s voice


    was as cold as the freezing weather. Even a single sentence could be chilling.


    "I wasn''t suggesting actually handing her over. Just using her as bait," Phillip exined, enduring


    the pain in his leg.


    In Emanuele''s gray-brown eyes, there was no warmth. His gaze was especially cold, making Phillip


    feel his breath constricting. He regretted why he had spoken those words; now, the boss was angry.


    "Phillip, as the head of the Mafia, if I have to use my own woman as bait, then I think I can find a


    recement for the position. I can send women away as gifts for my own benefit, but using them as


    bait, knowing it puts their lives at risk? Especially Isabe? The Chicago Mafia has never stooped


    so low. Don''t say such things again."


    "Yes, boss," Phillip lowered his head, bowing to Emanuele. Whatever happened, he was indeed


    wrong this time.


    However, he also saw Emanuele''s concern for Isabe. In the past, when he followed Emanuele,


    jokes could be made freely. Now...


    Indeed, as he thought, if Emanuele hadn''t been persuaded to marry Isabe back then, he would


    regret it for a lifetime.