Evelyn also liked it here because Lilly’s cooking was delicious. Despite Elisa’s aloofness, the two of them could still watch TV together, not to mention having Isabe around.


    Isabe is pregnant now, and she feels that she must stay by Isabe’s side to apany her.


    Emanuele also thinks the same. Since William hasn’t been found, he can’t be at peace. He must find him as soon as possible, even if it means turning Chicago upside down.


    Even if William is truly dead, turned into a corpse, he must be sent for DNA testing to see if it is really him.


    During his absence, Evelyn’spanyforts Isabe, allowing him to feel a bit more at ease.


    Isabe returned to the apartment with Emanuele. Emanuele wanted to go upstairs, and Isabe apanied him.


    As soon as they reached the room, Emanuele turned and kissed Isabe’s lips. The man’s kiss was very passionate, like a me, as if he wanted to ignite Isabe.


    The dominant masculine aura overwhelmed Isabe, making it hard for her to breathe.


    God, it’s too intense!


    The two kissed passionately. Emanuele’s body pressed tightly against hers, as if he wanted topletely merge her into his body.


    Emanuele’s hands were also restless, caressing Isabe, squeezing her chest forcefully, causing Isabe to cry out in pain.


    Isabe’s delicate cries made Emanuele feel even more aroused, his lower body throbbing like stone.


    But at that moment, Isabe suddenly pushed him away forcefully.


    Emanuele looked at Isabe. He was burning with desire and frustration, wanting to be intimate with Isabe. But why did Isabe push him away?


    “Isabe, I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” tears fell from Isabe’s eyes, her face devoid of color, her eyes filled with sorrow, like someone plunged into darkness, unable to touch the light.


    “Isabe, what’s wrong?” Emanuele was puzzled. There was still a strong sense of desire in his tone, very hoarse.


    Just now, Isabe seemed so normal, why was she resisting him now?


    “I… I feel like I can’t do this, Emanuele. I love you, but I can’t do this now.” Isabe looked at Emanuele, tears streaming down her face.


    She now resists intimacy greatly. Although it has been a long time, the scars left by William on her body are still there. Every time she takes off her clothes and sees those marks, she feels extremely disgusted. She always aggressively scrubs her body, as if this is the only way to cleanse herself. As a result, every time she bathes, she ends up with obvious marks on her body.


    She feels dirty, unable to have intimate contact with Emanuele. If Emanuele knew that she had almost been vited by William before, he would probably despise her.


    At this moment, Isabe’s heart had sunk to the bottom, and a sense of inferiority surged within her.


    She felt unworthy of Emanuele.


    She was too dirty, like she had fallen into a trash heap. Sometimes, when she closed her eyes, she felt that nauseating sensation.


    Emanuele quickly realized that something might have happened to Isabe during her kidnapping by William.


    “Look at me, Isabe.” Emanuele held Isabe’s face in his hands, pressing his forehead against hers, their eyes locked, their breaths entwined.


    Isabe wanted to escape, but Emanuele’s grip was too strong; she had nowhere to hide.


    “Did something happen between you and William at that time? Why are you resisting like this?”


    Unexpectedly, Emanuele asked so bluntly. Isabe immediately shook her head. “No, I… I just…”


    Damn it, she couldn’t speak fluently at all. It felt like her throat was being strangled, a suffocating feeling creeping up.


    Ever since Chloe died, her ustrophobia had not red up for a long time. Butst time, when she was kidnapped by William, she almost had an episode. And now, that suffocating feeling that made her want to copse hade back.


    Emanuele’s gaze was as sharp as a wolf’s, as if he wanted to see right through her.


    Under Emanuele’s intense scrutiny, Isabe felt a bit overwhelmed.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    “Emanuele, please… I think I need some time alone.”


    “Isabe, I am your husband, your lover. Whatever difficulties you encounter, we can solve them together. So, tell me, please?”


    Emanuele seemed to realize that he was pressuring Isabe too much. He was too ustomed to probing with his gaze, but now, Isabe was under immense pressure. His intense gaze would only make things worse for her.


    Emanuele reached out and embraced Isabe. “Darling, calm down, and then tell me, okay?”


    Emanuele’s embrace was as tall and sturdy as a mountain. With Isabe in his arms, she felt safe. Listening to Emanuele’s strong and steady heartbeat, Isabe’s emotions gradually settled, as if strength had returned to her body.


    She needed to tell Emanuele that this man was willing to give up his life for her. Isabe reminded herself again and again. Finally, she spoke, “When William kidnapped me, he almost assaulted me.”


    As she spoke, her voice trembled, requiring all her strength to utter the wordspletely.


    God, she felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, as if she could fall off at any moment.


    Is Emanuele the one pushing her off the cliff, or is he the one who will pull her away from it?


    Isabe waited in silence for judgment.


    “I’m going to kill William, that bastard. Isabe, this isn’t your fault. I don’t want you to me yourself. You have no reason to.” Emanuele’s angry voice resounded. Isabe had no doubt that if William appeared in front of him, he would kill him and empty his magazine into his body.


    Emanuele’s words gave Isabe strength. The fear and sorrow she had felt previously slowly dissipated.


    “So, Isabe, don’t let that bastard affect us, okay?” Emanuele said.


    Isabe nodded, but the reminders of the marks on her body, reminders of everything that had happened before, still frightened her.


    “Emanuele, I’m sorry, I’m not that brave. I’m really afraid of William,” Isabe said, lowering her head. “I’m not a worthy Mafia Queen.”


    “Who the hell says a Mafia Queen has to be brave? Isabe, the woman I love is a Mafia woman. You’ve done well enough. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be dead by now. I like you, I admire you. Whether you are timid or weak, I like you. Promise me, pull yourself together!” Emanuele kissed Isabe’s cheek, licking away all her tears.


    Seeing Isabe cry broke his heart.


    Just the thought of how much William had tortured Isabe made him want to kill him. Simply shooting William would be too kind. He wanted to torture William with the cruelest methods, to make him watch his life ebb away.


    But right now, he felt that the most important thing was tofort Isabe.


    With this in mind, Emanuele picked Isabe up and ced her on therge bed.