Emanuele kissed Isabe, holding her face in his hands, lightly biting her lips, and dancing with her tongue in her mouth. It had been a long time since he had kissed Isabe so passionately. At that moment, he only wanted to go deeper and deeper, wanting to engulf Isabe within himself. Isabe responded fervently to Emanuele. She had missed the taste of him too much. With their misunderstandings cleared, they embraced and kissed, conveying their longing for each other through their kiss.


    Emanuele held Isabe in his arms and then gentlyid her down on the hospital bed. Since this was a high-level VIP ward, the room was spacious, and the bed was muchrger than usual. It posed no problem for the two of them to lie on it. Emanuele pressed Isabe onto the bed, kissing her and caressing her body, intending to remove her clothes.


    However, Isabe stopped him by holding his hand. “No,” she said.


    Emanuele looked at Isabe with a hint of confusion in his eyes and hoarsely asked, “Why?”


    “Your injuries haven’t fully healed. If we proceed, your wounds will definitely reopen,” she replied. She had already checked Emanuele’s medical records when she first arrived and knew the extent of his injuries. The leg injury was the most difficult to heal, and Emanuele had various other injuries,rge and small, that hadn’tpletely healed. Any slight exertion could reopen his wounds.


    Isabe was deeply concerned about this. “It’s okay, darling. I’ll be careful, and I won’t disturb your wounds,” Emanuele assured her.


    “It’s still not okay. Your wounds are quite severe, and they’re still healing. Let’s talk about thister,” Isabe said before struggling out of Emanuele’s embrace.


    Emanuele immediately held Isabe. His tall figure and outstretched limbs firmly confined her in his embrace. Feeling enveloped by his presence, Isabe was a bit tense. “What do you want?” she asked. Did Emanuele want to force her?


    Seeing Isabe’s worried expression, Emanuele couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. Will you just lie down and sleep with me? It’s been a long time since you returned to Italy, and we haven’t had any intimate contact. I feel a great desire for you, both physically and emotionally. Because of my injuries, there’s very little I can do, but I believe I can at least hold you as we sleep.”


    Upon hearing Emanuele’s words, Isabe remained still. In truth, she was quite tired. These past few days had been exhausting for her, filled with a series of ordeals. She felt as though she had been through a lot. She had fallen asleep drunk the day before, and her sleep hadn’t been peaceful, filled with various dreams. Today had been equally taxing. Now that their misunderstandings had been resolved, Isabe felt weary.


    Finding afortable position in Emanuele’s embrace, Isabe closed her eyes, preparing to sleep. Emanuele held her delicate figure. His tall stature made her appear particrly petite. The faint scent of Isabe’s body reached Emanuele, and as he closed his eyes, his other senses became heightened. His clothing was thin, and he could feel Isabe’s head resting on his chest, her warm breath brushing against him. Further down, her chest softly pressed against his muscr body, a stark contrast to his hardened physique. He cherished this soft, delicate touch.


    The more he felt, the more Emanuele felt a burning desire within him, a yearning that surged through him. He began to react. However, Isabe seemed truly exhausted, her even breathing indicating that she had fallen asleep already.


    Was she asleep so quickly? Emanuele found it incredible. Watching Isabe’s serene sleeping face, he felt a mix of emotions. Her hands held onto him tightly. Despite her earlier apparent hesitation, her sleeping form revealed her fondness for him.


    With these thoughts, Emanuele’s desire for Isabe waned, reced by a sense of guilt. His heart began to ache. He realized that he had been foolish. What had he done before? He had thought that by not informing Isabe of his situation, she wouldn’t be hurt. However, he had made her worry while she was in Italy and had caused her to misunderstand upon her return. He had deeply hurt her. He felt like a despicable jerk.


    Thinking about the torment Isabe had endured during this time, Emanuele felt immense regret. He had once sworn to protect Isabe, to ensure her safety and happiness. Now, he realized that all of Isabe’s pain stemmed from him. He had worked hard to make Chicago safe but had continued to do things that hurt Isabe.


    With these thoughts in mind, Emanuele held Isabe even tighter, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep. The two of them slept for a total of two hours before being awakened by a knock at the door. Isabe opened her eyes and was about to get up when she realized that she was firmly held in Emanuele’s embrace.


    “Do you want to sleep a little longer?” Emanuele whispered softly into Isabe’s ear, his voice unusually gentle.


    Isabe, however, felt that she had already slept enough and got up from Emanuele’s embrace. She adjusted her clothes and then opened the door. Phillip stood at the doorway and said to Emanuele, “Boss, the conference call you scheduled has already begun.”


    They had arranged for a conference call in the afternoon, and while Emanuele was recuperating in the hospital, he conducted these meetings with thepany’s leadership over the phone.


    Unexpectedly, Emanuele was runningte today. Everyone else had already gathered in thepany’s meeting room, waiting. Phillip had waited for ten minutes but hadn’t seen Emanuele join the call. He couldn’t help but remind Emanuele about the meeting.


    Isabe’s opening of the door revealed that Emanuele was still in bed. Phillip, understanding Emanuele instantly, realized that the meeting probably couldn’t proceed. Without waiting for Isabe to call for Emanuele, Phillip said, “Is the boss still resting? Rest is also necessary with such fatigue. I’ll take over this meeting for the boss.”


    As Emanuele’s personal assistant, Phillip knew exactly what Emanuele was working on in this meeting. Seeing that Emanuele showed no sign of getting up, and with the other colleagues waiting in the meeting room, Phillip decided to take charge.N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    After saying this, Phillip pushed the door and left. Emanuele remained in bed, not looking at him. Instead, Isabe looked at him apologetically.


    “Thank you, and I’m sorry for the trouble, Phillip,” Isabe said with remorse in her eyes.


    “This is part of my job,” Phillip replied with a wry smile.


    However, he felt that Emanuele would probably be angry. Not because he was taking over the meeting, but because his knocking had disturbed Emanuele.


    Nevertheless, Phillip wasn’t too worried. He believed he hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, he had been the one to encourage Emanuele to reconcile with his wife as soon as possible.


    The door closed again, and Isabe looked at Emanuele. “Do you still want to sleep?”


    “I haven’t slept well,” Emanuele sighed, turning over. “Isabe,e here, and hug me.”