Seeing the atmosphere turn very sad, Grazia immediately said, “Isabe, regardless, congrattions on you and Emanuele getting your lives back on track. Let’s raise a ss!” She lifted her ss and clinked it with Isabe’s. Isabe also managed to conceal her sadness and clinked sses with Grazia. However, deep down, she still felt sorrow for the loss of her daughter. She seemed to have recovered, as if nothing had happened, but only she knew that she hadn’t truly moved on. Many times, she still dreamt of her daughter, a girl who looked like her and Emanuele, like an angel. Every time Isabe woke from these dreams, her heart ached. Everything felt so unreal. But she never told anyone because she knew it could be anyone’s fault, or no one’s at all. The fundamental reason was that as a mother, she had failed to protect her child, and the bad people had seeded. So, she couldn’t bring it up to anyone. Sharing it with those close to her would only burden them with guilt. Isabe knew it wouldn’t benefit them.
In the evening, Isabe and Emanuele went to their room to rest. Emanuele hugged Isabe. “Isabe, Grazia’s child is so lovely. It makes me want to have our own child.” He thought, Isabe is so beautiful, and I am handsome. Our child would be wonderful. Mainly, Grazia’s words did make sense; it seemed like Isabe hadn’t fully moved on from the shadow of losing her child. You have to rise from where you fall to truly ovee difficulties. Emanuele thought that if Isabe became pregnant again and had a child, she might ovee her psychological shadow. This time, he would definitely protect Isabe.
Hearing Emanuele, Isabe immediately shook her head. “No, Emanuele, I… I’m not ready now. I don’t want to have a child.”Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
Hearing Isabe’s words, Emanuele furrowed his brow tightly, reaching out and grasping Isabe’s shoulder. “Isabe, you have to believe me and believe in yourself. It’s been so long now, and I know you are still immersed in pain. I am in pain too, but our daughter is in heaven. She wouldn’t want to see us in such pain.” Emanuele’s voice was hoarse, conveying a sense of heaviness. Seeing Isabe unwilling to face reality, Emanuele felt troubled too. The pain of losing their daughter was one thing, but seeing Isabe immersed in pain was another. These two things were like stones pressing on Emanuele, making him feel even sadder.
Isabe knew Emanuele was very sad. She consoled him, “Emanuele, you don’t have to be sad. I now realize that this has nothing to do with you. You tried hard to protect me and our daughter. It’s my fault for not being careful about what I ate.” She felt she was to me. Seeing Isabe calmly taking all the me upon herself, Emanuele shook his head. “No, Isabe, this has nothing to do with you. Please don’t me yourself like this.”
Isabe smiled, “I’m fine. I just need time to process, maybe several years. Emanuele, let’s have a child when I’m ready.” Seeing a smile on Isabe’s sorrowful face, Emanuele felt his heart breaking. Isabe was too good; she was ten years younger than him, a girl who had recently graduated and had always lived in a simple world. When she was dragged into the world of the mafia, she didn’t me him but worked hard to live with him. The child’s loss was his greatest responsibility. But Isabe still attributed the responsibility to herself. Why was this girl so foolish? Emanuele didn’t want to talk about this anymore. He hugged Isabe and kissed her lips.
At this point, Isabe didn’t want to discuss this with Emanuele either, letting him kiss her warmly, and she responded passionately. They knew that at this time, words were pale, only actions could prove their love. Emanuele kissed Isabe until she couldn’t breathe, then he let her go. He also started to undress Isabe, throwing her onto the bed. The fiery kisses burned on Isabe’s body. Isabe held Emanuele, moaning, feeling her body bing more and more sensitive. In the end, they came together. This time, Emanuele didn’t tease Isabe as before, and Isabe didn’t tease Emanuele. They loved each other passionately, like two mad people. Isabe felt Emanuele was more passionate than usual, as if he wanted to devour her. Even though she was exhausted, E, Emanuele didn’t let go of her. Eventually, both of them grew tired, and Emanuele held her as they fell asleep. At that moment, Isabe felt as if she had been soaked in water, her hair damp. Emanuele caressed Isabe’s hair, “Isabe, I love you. I hope we can always be together.”
“I love you too, Emanuele.” Emanuele looked down at Isabe’s belly. Because Isabe was concerned, he didn’t release inside her. However, he still wished for Isabe to have a child, but he knew it wasn’t the time. Isabe wasn’t ready. If he did that, Isabe would lose it. She had already suffered so much psychological trauma, and he didn’t want to hurt her further. At this moment, Isabey in Emanuele’s arms, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. Watching Isabe’s peaceful sleeping face, Emanuele kept staring, even though he was tired and didn’t want to sleep so soon. He wanted to look at Isabe a little longer. His woman was so understanding and considerate. Choosing to marry Isabe was the best decision he had ever made. But did she think the same? If she hadn’t married him, she wouldn’t have had to endure so much pain. Thinking of this, Emanuele felt a pang in his heart. He didn’t dare to ask Isabe about this.
Emanuele, when did you be such a coward?