Even though she couldn’t see anyone, Isabe had a premonition that it was the person she wanted to see. Isabe immediately ran from the backyard to the front.


    The weather was beautiful today, and Isabe was wearing a chiffon dress. It was white, with threeyers, and the skirt wasrge with irregr red and blue patterns. As Isabe ran, the skirt fluttered in the air, dancing like a butterfly.


    When Emanuele saw Isabe, the first thing that came to his mind was a butterfly. Her chestnut hair swayed with her movements, appearing as enchanting as a fairy. The sunlight fell on her face, making it glow softly and unbelievably gentle.


    It was really Emanuele! Isabe saw Emanuele leaning against the SUV, looking exceptionallyzy. His long legs were casually crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he leisurely smoked.


    He looked fine-no injuries, no danger to his life. His expression was icy, and his imposing demeanor made it seem like he had fully restored his kingly aura.


    Isabe couldn’t help but shout, “Emanuele!”


    Although they had been apart for three days, in this short span, at this very moment, seeing Emanuele, Isabe suddenly realized that her yearning for him had reached its peak.


    Isabe rushed forward and embraced Emanuele.


    Emanuele noticed that the girl was like a projectile, rapidlyunching towards him. Then, she forcefully rushed into his arms. Not only did she bury herself in his embrace, but her arms also clung to his neck, exerting force as if she wanted to melt into his body.


    Emanuele used the car behind him to support his body, ensuring that he could stably hold onto Isabe. Isabe’s strength surprised him. How did he not notice before that Isabe was so strong? She seemed so delicate!


    Emanuele also reached out, encircling Isabe’s waist and feeling the warmth of the girl’s tender body. In this moment, his icy heart seemed to melt away in the face of her warmth.


    In just three days, for Emanuele, it felt like three years had passed.


    After dealing with Frederick’s men, Emanuele took a nap and then set off for Italy. He couldn’t wait a moment longer.


    On the ne, Emanuele was still wondering if he appeared too eager. What if Isabe saw him rushing over so quickly? Would she mock him? Well, whatever. Frederick was dead, his archenemy had disappeared from this world, and Emanuele knew that even if he revealed his feelings, it wouldn’t matter.


    The only regret was that Frederick’s nephew, William, had no news so far. The people they captured couldn’t provide useful information. Emanuele had to trouble Isidoro to gather intelligence about William.


    Based on the clues provided by Isidoro, it seemed that William had left the country. As for the specific information, they had to wait for some time. Isidoro also warned him to be prepared; the information he collected might not be exactly what he wanted to know.


    Emanuele didn’t care much. It would be best if William had left the country; he currently had no time to deal with him. But once he found him, he would make sure he ended up like Frederick-a lifeless body.


    Now, holding Isabe and looking at the woman as excited as he was, Emanuele chuckled, “Did you miss me so much in these three days?”


    Emanuele felt like he was about to miss her to death.


    Isabe was about to say yes, but when she thought about the game they yed between them, her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn’t speak.


    Feeling unable to express herself, Isabe decided to take action and simply covered Emanuele’s mouth.


    She tiptoed and kissed Emanuele’s lips, her hand caressing the stubble on Emanuele’s chin. The rough texture strangely made her feelfortable and at ease.


    Surprisingly, Isabe took the initiative, and Emanuele’s eyes seemed to deepen slightly in response. Then, he forcefully embraced Isabe’s waist, responding more intensely.


    His tongue fiercely explored, sweeping through Isabe’s mouth as if wanting to memorize her taste deeply. Initially, Isabe was proactive, but due to Emanuele’s intense response, his rough and domineering actions made her involuntarily bear with it.


    As she continued kissing, Isabe couldn’t help but cry.


    She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t control herself; she was too overwhelmed with emotion. Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell onto their lips. Emanuele tasted the salty vor of tears, prompting him to slow down the pace of the kiss, bing gentle as if consoling her.N?velDrama.Org content.


    After an unknown amount of time, Emanuele released Isabe, looking at the tears on her cheeks. He cradled her face, using his thumb to wipe away the tears.


    “The war is over,” Emanuele announced this good news to Isabe.


    Isabe reached out and hugged Emanuele, bursting into tears.


    She knew that she no longer had to live in fear, but this reminded her of her mother. Her mother had finally remarried, finally regained happiness, but she unexpectedly died in this way, and Isabe found it hard to ept.


    “Isabe, cheer up. In a couple of days, we’ll hold a funeral.”


    His father and stepmother’s bodies had already been returned to Chicago. However, due to Emanuele’s revenge against Frederick, there was no time for a proper burial.


    Now, with Frederick dead, it was the best gift for his father and stepmother.


    Isabe nodded.


    At least, they had avenged. Her mother could finally rest in peace.


    Meanwhile, Grazia and Ro, who hadn’t seen each other for three days, were rtively calm.


    Ro approached and hugged Grazia. “You’re back,” Grazia said with a smiling face.


    “I’m back.”


    As their conversation ended, silence set in. They turned their attention to Isabe and Emanuele, observing them embracing as if trying to meld into each other.


    On one side, they looked like a couple in a passionate rtionship, while on the other, it seemed like two unfamiliar individuals.


    Grazia tried to make herself less awkward and changed the topic, “Is everything over now?”


    “It’s over, Grazia. The people who killed your father, stepmother, and your ex-husband are all dead now.”


    Grazia’s tears fell from her eyes. Everything was over, and she couldn’t go back anymore.


    If Andrew hadn’t been killed, she would surely be leading a happy life with him right now. They had been married for many years, and because she had never wanted children, Andrew never forced her. But now, shortly after her recent marriage to Ro, he unexpectedly insisted on her having children.


    Unable to resist, she had married Ro and, naturally, had to respect her husband’s wishes. Moreover, he had helped them get rid of Frederick.


    However, Grazia thought about what Isabe had told her. Perhaps she could try to cultivate a rtionship with Ro before considering having children?


    Today, Emanuele decided to stay at Ro’s ce, and they nned to return to Chicago tomorrow.


    Ro ordered the chef to prepare a sumptuous dinner. After finishing the meal, Emanuele and Isabe returned to their room.


    Looking at the warm tones of the room, Emanuele wrapped his arms around Isabe’s waist. “Isabe, do you like all of this?”