Emanuele never thought that his troublesome enemy would have a connection with Isabe. However, when he asked Isabe about it, her reaction didn’t suggest any familiarity with Frederick. Was she lying? Emanuele, with his remarkable intuition, found it hard to believe that Isabe would deceive him. Unless she was an exceptional actress, fooling him from the beginning.
Deciding to seek answers from Sophia, he inquired, “Isabe’s father is Irish, settled in Chicago when he was ten. I got to know him through work. Isabe’s father passed away in a car ident when she was six.”
Sophia spoke of her first husband with a tinge of sadness, reminiscing about their genuine love in their youth, cut short by an unexpected ident. Though she had her moments of resentment while raising her daughter alone, looking back, she could only recall his virtues.
Observing Sophia’s mncholic demeanor, Emanuele offered a fewforting words.
“Sophia, do you know where he lived in Irnd before settling in Chicago?” Emanuele inquired.
Sophia shook her head. “He and his parents settled in Chicago, never returning to Irnd.”
The trail ended there, leaving Emanuele frustrated. Regardless of Frederick’s connection with Isabe, Emanuele believed that Isabe wouldn’t conspire with him. However, even if Frederick and Isabe didn’t have a direct rtionship, Frederick seemed to know Isabe quite well.
He even knew about the tattoo on Isabe’s back, a private detail she imed only he and Evelyn were aware of. Isabe rarely wore backless outfits, making it unlikely that anyone else around her knew about it. At that time, Isabe insisted that only he and Evelyn were privy to that information. Evelyn, a regr girl, had been Isabe’s friend for years before Emanuele knew Isabe. If Evelyn’s background wasn’t ordinary, she wouldn’t have approached Isabe during those times when Isabe seemed of no value.
Biting his lip, Emanuele continuously smoked; only in these moments could he find a semnce of calmness.
What was going on? Why did Frederick know about Isabe’s butterfly tattoo on her back, and even have a photo of it?
Isabe, too, was consumed by anxiety. Since the day Emanuele returned abruptly, questioning her, he hadn’t returned for several days. Almost a week had passed since then, and Grazia’s wedding was approaching. Isabe was preupied with worry for Grazia and concern for Emanuele, leaving her with no appetite.
“Isabe, you haven’t been eating welltely. You’ve lost a lot of weight,” Lilly expressed concern. Isabe’s diminishing appetite and declining spirits worried Lilly. Isabe even stopped watching her favorite variety shows.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.
“I have no appetite; I can’t eat,” Isabe declined Lilly’s suggestion to eat more.
Isabe genuinely had no desire to eat. Even her favorite bacon and tomato spaghetti could only be savored for a few bites before she felt too full to continue.
Seeing Isabe like this, Lilly had no choice but to call Emanuele.
“Emanuele, did you and Isabe have a fight? She’s been in low spirits these days, barely eating, and she’s lost so much weight. Why don’t youe back and see her?”
Emanuele, upon hearing Lilly’s words, furrowed his brow tightly.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. I think she’s like this because of you.”
Emanuele sighed, hung up the phone, realizing he needed to go back to the apartment.
The night he received Frederick’s message, he felt an urgency that led him to confront Isabe. However, he immediately left afterward. In these past few days, he hadn’t returned home. He knew Isabe would be overthinking, worrying, and anxious. Despite her appearance of strength, she was fragile in a certain aspect.
He had been preupied with his own investigations, wanting to clear things up to protect Isabe. In his haste, he overlooked how he might affect her, leading to her anxiety and unrest.
Tonight, Isabe had only drank a bowl of mushroom soup and couldn’t eat anything else. As a doctor, she knew her condition was dire, but emotions could affect one’s appetite. She ate a bit because her body needed the energy, but normally, she could go without a single bite.
After dinner, she went upstairs, preparing to take a shower and lie down to sleep. Only in dreams could she escape from her thoughts, as her mind was burdened with too much.
Isabe closed her eyes and drifted into a quiet sleep. In her dreams, she felt her clothes being lifted, a hot hand caressing her skin. From top to bottom, the person’s powerful presence overwhelmed her. He kissed and nibbled on her lips, forcibly entering her mouth, seizing her breath.
His actions didn’t cease; he continued to explore her body. Rough fingers glided over her tender skin, giving Isabe goosebumps. The man’s kisses grew more intense, moving from her lips to her neck, sucking with force.
Soon, he reached her breasts, gently biting down, causing Emanuele’s body to tremble. Isabe felt like this couldn’t be a dream, but the pleasurable sensations made her afraid to open her eyes. She savored the moment.
However, when the man’s lips reached her lower half, Isabe couldn’t help but open her eyes. She saw the man busy at her lower body, his face buried in her intimate area. He parted her legs, making it easier for him to delve deeper.
“Oh, my God…” Isabe grabbed the nearby bedsheets; this scene and what he was doing continuously stimted her. Isabe instinctively widened her legs, arching her waist, wanting Emanuele to give her more.
In the dimly lit environment, all that remained were Isabe’s gasps and Emanuele’s sucking sounds. The atmosphere heightened Isabe’s body temperature, feeling as if a fire were burning inside her.
Oh God, she felt like she had entrusted her life to the man on top of her.
Soon, the pleasure in Isabe’s body umted, but just as she was about to reach the peak, the man released her. He undid his belt, removed his pants, and entered Isabe. Under Emanuele’s intense stimtion, Isabe’s body began to convulse, and she erupted.
Emanuele held Isabe tightly, changed positions, making Isabe kneel in front of him, entering her from behind.