Soon, Isabe finished tonight’s dinner with Lilly, setting the dishes on the table.
Observing the sumptuous spread, all prepared by Isabe, Emanuele found his appetite surging. He savored a piece of beef, finding it as delectable as his previous meals-perfectly seared steak, vorful pasta; it seemed there was nothing on the table that wasn’t delicious.
Emanuele, eyes half-closed, relished each bite, forgetting the work-rted troubles. At this moment, he felt like the happiest person in the world.
Isabe, from Emanuele’s wine cab, retrieved a bottle of wine. She might not recognize the brand, but she knew Emanuele’s collection was undoubtedly valuable. However, being married, his possessions were also hers; no need to draw strict lines.
Isabe opened the red wine, pouring a ss for Emanuele and one for herself. “Cheers, Emanuele!”
Emanuele raised his ss, clinking it with Isabe’s. The crystal sses chimed like melodic music in the air. Under the crystal chandelier, Isabe’s radiant smile expanded, resembling a moonlight goddess, shining brightly.
After their toast, Isabe tilted her head back, taking a sip of wine. Her slender neck seemed fragile, as if a slight pressure could shatter it.
Unable to resist, Emanuele reached out, pulling Isabe into an embrace. He lowered his head, capturing Isabe’s lips, savoring the fragrance between them, whispering, “Drinking like this has no meaning. Drinking from your lips is sweeter and more fragrant.”
Isabe blushed, uncertain if it was from the wine or Emanuele’s actions.
After dinner, Isabe watched TV for a while, feeling tired. Spending the day preparing food had drained her energy. Ready to take a bath and sleep, she nced at Emanuele. Despite his usual cold demeanor, she sensed his weariness. Inviting him for dinner was also her way of urging him to rest.
Isabe sighed. As his wife, there was so little she could do.
She went to the bathroom, and after a while, she emerged, telling Emanuele, “I’ve filled the bathtub; you can go take a bath first.”
Emanuele initially nned to wait for Isabe to finish before entering. Hearing her words, he paused, surprised that Isabe would help him prepare the bath.
Isabe also took out Emanuele’s robe from the closet. “You probably haven’t had a good night’s sleep these past few days. I genuinely worry you might exhaust yourself. Hurry up, undress, take a bath, and get some sleep.”
Emanuele, unexpectedly, seized Isabe’s hand, leading her towards the bathroom. “Bath together,” he said suddenly.
Isabe hastily stopped him. “No, I’m afraid you’ll wear me out again.”
Of course, she wasn’t afraid. In fact, she enjoyed it very much. However, she believed Emanuele was already fatigued, needing a proper rest. Sexual activity could be a form of exercise, and she didn’t want to add to his exhaustion.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. Just a simple bath together,” Emanuele reassured, recognizing Isabe’s concern.
Isabe suddenly felt a bit awkward-had she overthought things? Since that was the case, refusing again would be too embarrassing. So, once again, the two of them eased into the bathtub together.Property ? N?velDrama.Org.
While they had bathed together before, today felt a bit different. Previously, Emanuele couldn’t resist touching her, arousing her desires, leading to amorous moments in the tub. But today, Emanuele merely held Isabe, bathing together without any inappropriate actions.
This might be the first time they were pressed together, fully naked, yet devoid of any sensual movements. Isabe leaned against Emanuele, finding herself almost dozing off from fatigue.
His embrace was spacious, yet due to years of exercise, his muscles were firm, his chest solid. Though not asfortable, it provided a unique sense of security.
Isabe couldn’t pinpoint when she drifted off, but when Emanuele lifted her and gently dried her body, she groggily awoke. Watching Emanuele tenderly wipe her down, his actions delicate as if tending to a baby, warmed her heart. It seemed Emanuele did care for her; his actions spoke volumes.
Struggling free from Emanuele’s hold, Isabe changed into her nightgown. Emanuele, too, put on his sleepwear.
Lying in bed, Emanuele naturally pulled Isabe close, cradling her in his arms. The two cuddled tightly; Isabe nestled in Emanuele’s embrace, found afortable spot, and closed her eyes, letting herself rx.
The intense and domineering scent from the man brought her great peace. It was strange how thoughts could change. Previously, the scent emanating from Emanuele filled her with suffocation and fear, but now, everything was different.
They seldom spent such serene moments together, free from animosity, like countless ordinary couples in the world.
“Emanuele, rest well. I feel like you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time,” Isabe, leaning against Emanuele’s chest, murmured softly, her consciousness bing hazy.
Listening to Isabe’s words, Emanuele reached out, gently stroking Isabe’s hair, and softly hummed in acknowledgment.
During this period, he indeed hadn’t rested much. The Sicilian faction had be active again, their covert actions increasing. He had captured more of their members, yet none were willing to divulge information about Frederick. Even after showing Frederick his granddaughter’s photo, there was no response. Did this mean his granddaughter wasn’t important to Frederick?
Emanuele wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t easily let go of his granddaughter. At least, she carried Frederick’s blood, and he would make her pay for what Frederick had done.
He had temporarily assigned this matter to James, but rk, somehow informed about Frederick’s granddaughter’s age, wanted to visit the prison. Emanuele had James take rk to see the girl.
rk likely just wanted to see how pretty Madilyn was, Emanuele thought. Perhaps rk might be attracted, but he couldn’t allow rk to take her away, at least not until things settled. Maybe rk could help uncover Frederick’s whereabouts. Emanuele didn’t mind more people assisting him in this matter.