“Isabe, since Chloe misses you so much, why don’t you let her stay for a couple of days? You two can catch up,” Sophia suggested, unaware of the situation. She believed that Isabe and Chloe, having grown up together, must have a lot to talk about.


    Isabe hesitated, suppressing the trembling within her. “Well… alright,” she finally whispered. She couldn’t bring herself to refuse her mother’s proposal.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Emanuele gave Isabe an odd look, but since she had agreed, he chose not to say anything. Her state of mind seemed fragile, but since it was her choice, he didn’t want to interfere too much. After all, he wasn’t going to be around the apartment every day.


    As soon as Isabe agreed, she began to regret it. She knew the days ahead wouldn’t be easy. Could she endure it? That was the question on her mind.


    “Isabe, see you tomorrow,” Chloe said, hugging Isabe with apparent joy. Then, she leaned in close, speaking in a hushed tone, “Isabe, you’ve got to put in a good word for me with Emanuele. You know, among the Hurley family, I’m the one who truly deserves to stand by his side. I’m the queen who belongs with him. You’re just a stray dog, not even in the same league as me.”


    As they sat in the car, Isabe’s mood remained low. Emanuele looked at her and asked, “Isabe, are you okay?”


    “I’m fine,” Isabe responded almost reflexively. It had be an automatic response by now.


    Emanuele noticed Isabe’s difort around Chloe. He pointed out, “You seem to be afraid of Chloe. Even when she served you that awful food, you didn’t say a word. Last time, I had to coax you into eating.”


    He didn’t buy into any notions of sisterly bonds.


    Isabe tried to defend Chloe, saying, “No, Chloe is nice. And, Emanuele, did you notice? She seems to really like you.”


    Isabe tried to recall Chloe’s positive attributes. But in her mind, all she could think about were the times Chloe had physically hurt her. Like when Chloe had used Isabe’s own violin to hit her, breaking it in the process. Then she’d lied to her parents, ming Isabe for the damage, which led to Isabe being scolded and punished. Her parents even reced Chloe’s violin.


    Isabe’s childhood had been full of envy, always desiring the things Chloe effortlessly possessed, while she had to save up for even a simple Barbie doll.


    Recalling these painful memories, Isabe forced a smile as she spoke to Emanuele. However, her words seemed to irritate him further. He couldn’t understand why Isabe was speaking so highly of Chloe, especially given the resentment he sensed.


    Frustration overwhelmed Emanuele. He lit a cigarette, filling the car with smoke. Isabe coughed involuntarily, choking on the thick fumes.


    Before she could question Emanuele’s smoking, he abruptly pulled her into his arms.


    “Shut the hell up!” Emanuele barked at Isabe. His usually light hazel eyes darkened with anger, and his gaze was filled with menace.


    Isabe shrunk into Emanuele’s embrace, too frightened to move. She didn’t understand why he was so furious. She had onlyplimented Chloe. If Emanuele disliked her, she could have kept quiet. Why was he reacting this way?


    Emanuele himself wasn’t entirely sure why he was so furious. But hearing Isabe introduce Chloe and repeatedly praise her virtues had ignited a burning anger within him. It made him feel like he wanted to swallow Isabe whole.


    Emanuele thought, “This woman doesn’t realize her ce. Maybe it’s time to show her.”


    Once the car came to a halt in front of the apartment, Emanuele dragged Isabe towards the building. His tall figure and fast stride forced Isabe to nearly run to avoid being pulled down.


    “Is this man too strong?” Isabe couldn’t help but furrow her brows.


    Emanuele brought Isabe back to her room, and she asked nervously, “Emanuele, what’s wrong?”


    The room was dimly lit, and his foul mood filled Isabe with fear. It felt like a return to the initial days, or perhaps even worse than before. Back then, Emanuele had been stern but not openly angry. But now, he was furious, appearing more menacing than the time she had gone on a date with rk. Was he thinking of harming her?


    Emanuele said nothing and roughly threw Isabe onto the bed.


    “Isabe, do you think I should forgive you?” Emanuele’s hand mped down on Isabe’s neck.


    In the past few days, Emanuele had disyed a deceptive tenderness, causing Isabe to forget just how cruel and brutal he could be. At this moment, she was reminded of her previous near-death experiences, and fear began to consume her.


    Her body trembled uncontrobly, and she whimpered, “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you.”


    Had she known that her words would provoke Emanuele, she would have kept quiet. At this moment, Emanuele’s eyes took on a hellish shade, intensifying Isabe’s fear. Her body tensed, and she felt a growing ache in her stomach. She needed Estazm’s help, but Emanuele kept her pinned down, immobilizing her.


    Emanuele’s fingers moved to her throat and down to her corbone, and Isabe’s skin crawled at his touch. “You’re driving me insane!” Emanuele roared, and then he roughly kissed Isabe. It wasn’t a kiss as much as a bite; he bit down hard on her lips, his tongue probing every corner of her mouth.


    Isabe wasn’t prepared to respond, making it difficult to breathe. Her lungs felt like they might explode, her mind nk. In the midst of the chaos, desire reared its head.


    Compared to their previous encounters, Isabe quickly adapted. She felt Emanuele’s skilled kiss, his tongue massaging her, and it gradually turned pleasurable. His body heat, breath, and scent transferred to her, all infiltrating her senses.


    He was utterly wild, as if he wanted to devour her.


    These sensations intensified Isabe’s desire, causing her to uncontrobly moan. Her moan made Emanuele suddenly halt his actions.


    Isabe felt ashamed; this infuriating man was making her feelfortable. She shouldn’t be reacting this way, but her physiological instincts took over.


    Just when Isabe thought Emanuele had stopped, he forcefully raised her arms above her head and began passionately kissing her. From her lips to her neck, corbone, and even her chest.


    Emanuele’srge body pressed against hers, enveloping herpletely. She could feel his hardness against her leg.