“Evelyn, have you forgotten? You’ve already seen me at my most vulnerable. It’s okay, Evelyn, let me see you, and you look at me,” Isabe encouraged Evelyn to open the video call.


    “I’m very sorry…” Evelyn replied, “Let me adjust my emotions first, Isabe. You can rest assured, I will do it as soon as possible.”


    Pippo on the other end of the call replied expressionlessly.


    Isabe felt the distance between her and Evelyn seemed to be growing, perhaps because they hadn’t met in person. Evelyn didn’t seem like herself at all. Her tone had be so strange, void of her previous cheerfulness. Why would she have such thoughts? Isabe swore that as soon as the crisis was over, she would go see Evelyn at the earliest.


    At this moment, Evelyn remained locked in bed. After a night, she felt exhausted. Her body was filthy, bearing the marks left by Pippo after their intimacy, as well as the sticky residue left after those fluids had dried. But at this point, Evelyn couldn’t care much about that. What could she do? Pippo had locked her up just to torture her. Her struggling wrists were marked with red abrasions from the iron chains, even oozing blood, yet she still couldn’t break free from the restraints. Evelyn didn’t know what to do. Perhaps it would be better to let Pippo just kill her. She had even thought that if Pippo made her call Isabe again, she would surely tell Isabe everything in one breath. She had even nned which sentence to say when she began, knowing she might only have a second before Pippo realized and shot her dead. For this, she had rehearsed it countless times in her mind. She was just waiting for the moment when Pippo would want her to deceive Isabe through a video call.


    Confined here, Evelyn felt her emotions had long copsed. Being trapped in this cramped cell every day, coupled with the injections that sapped her strength, left her feeling like a long-suffering invalid, mentally and physically tortured. Initially, when Evelyn was first imprisoned here, she was still optimistic, but now she was bing pessimistic. She decided that rather than waiting here to die, she might as well take the initiative. Pippo had already tortured her to this extent, making her feel like she was going insane, and she couldn’t let Isabe suffer at Pippo’s hands. Moreover, from the look of Pippo, he might even be inclined to kill Isabe. She couldn’t allow such a horrific thing to happen. Consequently, Evelyn eventually decided that the next time Pippo made her video call Isabe, she would definitely tell Isabe everything, even if it meant her own death. However, when Pippo came in this morning, he seemed to have already forgotten the unpleasantness between themst night. He kindly unlocked the chains on her body, carried her into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, and bathed her.


    Pippo seemed to be in a very good mood at this moment, creating bubbles with his hands and wiping Evelyn’s body, his movements appearing very gentle, as if caring for a baby. This gentle behavior of Pippo was so different from before, almost as if he had never revealed his true self. This gave Evelyn goosebumps. She didn’t believe that Pippo still cared for her now. His abnormal behavior made Evelyn feel that he was definitely preparing to do something wicked behind her back.


    “What do you really want?” Evelyn couldn’t help but question Pippo, “Can’t you just let me go? Pippo, I don’t know who you have a grudge against, but there’s no enmity between us, right?”


    “There isn’t, but it’s a pity that you met Isabe. You also know that when I became your boyfriend, it was for a different purpose. I was so good to you before, and now it’s your turn to repay that,” Pippo said, taking out his phone and taking a few photos, capturing only Evelyn’s hair as he helped her wash it. After taking the pictures, Pippo sent them to Isabe: “Evelyn is feeling better today. I’m helping her wash her hair.” After sending the photos, Pippo helped Evelyn clean herself, dried her hair, and then carried her back to bed, re-locking her with the iron chains. Evelyn stilly naked, feeling exposed on the bed. Although it was winter, the heating was on, so she wasn’t cold, but the waves of shame made her wish for death.


    After securing Evelyn to the bed, Pippo even kindly took out some ointment and applied it to Evelyn’s wrists where the friction wounds had been, cooling the pain. Evelyn stared at Pippo, truly not understanding what this man really wanted.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    After doing all this, Pippo leaned in, kissing Evelyn’s forehead and caressing her neck gently. “Evelyn, if you behave, I can at least let you move freely within this apartment. Do you understand?”


    No, she didn’t understand. Looking at the tenderness in Pippo’s eyes, Evelyn felt a suffocating sensation of impending doom. It was as if, if she didn’t obey, he would snap her neck in the next second. Evelyn also felt nauseous, just the thought that the old Pippo had always looked at her with such eyes, speaking sweet words to her, and she had once believed it to be true and deeply loved Pippo. Now, she felt a nauseating sensation in her stomach. How could she have liked such a man, once even thinking of him as a prince? Dear God, Evelyn was losing her mind.


    Pippo didn’t care whether Evelyn would lose her mind. After sending Evelyn’s status to Isabe, he quickly received a reply.


    “That’s great, Pippo. Thank you for taking care of Evelyn.”


    “You’re wee. It’s what I should do,” Pippo said before putting away his phone and contacting someone else. Now that Isabe wouldn’t want the doctor toe, he had to go and do what he needed to do. Since Isabe refused toe out, he would go to her.


    Emanuele’s apartment was heavily guarded, filled with people and even bulletproof ss, but it didn’t matter. He now had a clear understanding of the interior of the apartment where Isabe was staying.


    Isabe had been obediently staying in the apartment during this period, enduring a long and boring life inside. She couldn’t go out to y, couldn’t go to work, and could only eat, drink, and have fun inside the apartment. Although there were quite a few entertainment facilities in the apartment, ying for too long made it feel boring. Isabe’s favorite was still variety shows, but after watching so many, even those started to lose their appeal. Fortunately, she had Elisa to apany her.


    “Elisa, can you exercise with meter?” she asked. She couldn’t engage in intense exercise now, but yoga and simr activities were still possible.


    “Of course, Isabe. It’s good for your baby’s health.”