Isabe found herself enveloped in Emanuele’s arms, and his strength was overwhelming, leaving her unable to move. She felt firmly controlled, forced to endure Emanuele’s intense kiss.


    She could only intermittently plead, “No… Emanuele, please, don’t do this to me…”


    But her words were swallowed by Emanuele.


    Emanuele’s hands continued to roam over Isabe’s body, slipping inside her clothes, caressing her skin, causing Isabe to gradually weaken.


    However, even though Isabe’s body was yielding, rationality still rejected the situation. Tears fell from her eyes, and she whispered, “Emanuele, please…”


    She could only implore him not to touch her when she felt so distressed; it would only make her more sorrowful.


    Tears fell onto Isabe’s lips, and Emanuele tasted the saltiness of her tears.


    Emanuele paused, realizing that Isabe was genuinely heartbroken.


    He released Isabe, observing her deeply saddened face. He rarely saw Isabe this mncholic. Thest time she appeared so sorrowful was when she learned of Sophia’s death.


    And now, Isabe seemed equally devastated, because of him…


    This realization made Emanuele feel a painful throbbing in his heart, as if it had been struck by a stone.


    “I’m sorry, Isabe. I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t control myself…” Emanuele took the initiative to apologize. He didn’t intend to upset her like this. The anger he felt earlier, when Isabe mentioned divorce, clouded his judgment, leading to an irrational act.


    This wasn’t his intention. Seeing Isabe so heartbroken, Emanuele couldn’t help but curse himself.


    He had to admit that, in certain aspects, he didn’t handle things well. Sometimes, when emotions red, he found it challenging to consider others’ feelings. Watching Isabe in such sorrow, Emanuele felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.


    The guilt hit him like waves, threatening to knock him down.N?velDrama.Org content.


    Isabe cried for a while before gradually calming down. At this moment, she didn’t want to talk to Emanuele. She felt her dignity shattered, and the sense of humiliation made her ufortable.


    Perhaps she should reconsider her rtionship with Emanuele.


    If it was just a game between them, she surrendered. Would Emanuele divorce her?


    At this moment, Isabe suddenly felt that the idea of divorce emerged and couldn’t be erased from her mind. She might really divorce Emanuele.


    However, she needed to calm down now. Her mind was nk and chaotic. She needed to clear her thoughts.


    Isabe pushed Emanuele away. “I’m tired. I need to rest.”


    Emanuele, however, held Isabe’s hand. “I’ll go back with you.”


    “Don’t you still have work to handle? You’ve been busy these days. Focus on your work in the office so that the responsibilities won’t fall on meter.”


    “Isabe, I’m not the person you think I am.” Emanuele tried hard to restrain his emotions. He had lost count of how many times he had been angry today. Isabe always found ways to provoke him, making him want to strangle her.


    But he liked her. How could he bear to strangle her?


    “It’s okay; I’m not very busytely.”


    Emanuele persisted in apanying Isabe back.


    Isabe nced at Emanuele, impatience evident in her eyes. “Can’t you understand what I’m saying? I don’t want to be with you right now. I need to go home, calm down, and I think our rtionship needs some time. You’ve been constantly overpowering me, and it makes me ufortable.”


    Even though she had been eagerly missing Emanuele these past few days, meeting him now felt worse than not seeing him at all.


    She hadn’t expected that today, of all days, two distressing events would ur.


    Isabe’s words finally calmed Emanuele down. He looked at her with sorrowful eyes, wanting to say something, but seeing Isabe’s icy gaze, he restrained himself.


    “Fine, be careful on your way,” Emanuele managed to hold back, not forcing her.


    Usually, even if Isabe resisted, he wouldpel her. But seeing her cry so heartbreakingly, Emanuele didn’t want to witness Isabe’s tears anymore.


    Eventually, Emanuele escorted Isabe downstairs, instructing Tony to take care of her.


    He watched Isabe leave in the SUV, lighting a cigarette, unable to resist a smoke.


    Although work wasn’t particrly busy during this time, there were still some minor and major issues that required his attention. Also, due to the earlier argument with Isabe, Emanuele had stayed in the office to handle work. His office spanned several floors, with a designated area for rxation, simr to his apartmentfortable and well-furnished.


    Phillip approached Emanuele and said, “Boss, I apologize. I did try to stop her when thedy came, but I couldn’t.”


    Emanuele nced at Phillip, his expression full of sarcasm. “You tell me, with the sry I give you every month, what exactly can you do?”


    Emanuele’s cold words made Phillip not dare to look up. He felt a chill running down his spine.


    Oh God, he thought he had tried his best. Yet,pared to the esteemeddy, he was just Emanuele’s assistant. If she wanted toe in, how could he stop her? Later, when Isabeined that he disrespected her, he would be unfairly used.


    “I don’t have that authority,” Phillip said in a low voice. “I was afraid thedy would think my role as an assistant had too much power and dislike you even more.”


    Oh! He was a genius at speaking. He managed to shift the me onto himself.


    Emanuele looked at him, extended his hand, and patted his shoulder. His grip was strong, making Phillip feel his shoulder sink.


    “Phillip, your emotional intelligence needs improvement, but I won’t me you. You haven’t experienced love, but I hope you make progress in the future.”


    “Yes, Boss.” Relieved that Emanuele didn’t me him, Phillip sighed.


    He thought it had nothing to do with hisck of love experience. He had plenty of one-night stands; it just hadn’t progressed to the point of real love. But he did understand women.


    Clearly, it was Emanuele who mishandled the rtionship. He pushed it onto him, making Phillip realize he needed to learn to understand a woman’s psychology to deal with such situations.


    Isabe, after leaving Emanuele’s office, remained silent on the way back. She returned to the apartment, locked herself in her room, and took a moment to cool down.


    During her shower, she reflected on what happened this evening. Not much had happened, but Karen’s appearance had felt threatening. Emanuele’s subsequent disrespect had triggered Isabe’s emotions.