Evelyn felt that if Isabe suspected her because of this, then she would be truly wronged.


    Fortunately, Isabe only said so, and seeing Evelyn trying to rify herself, Isabe believed Evelyn’s words.


    She was in a good mood now, reconciled with Emanuele, and Isabe felt the sadness leaving her, as life seemed full of hope.


    Though the thought of not being able to bear children could still bring Isabe pain, she thought that grasping the present happiness was enough.


    Isabe believed she shouldn’t dwell on the future, as she couldn’t even predict what was ahead now.


    She only needed to hold onto her current happiness.


    If they came to a point where they had to part ways, Isabe thought she should be able to leave Emanuele gracefully.


    Being by Emanuele’s side, even if it was only for a year or two, was a kind of happiness for Isabe.


    After shopping with Evelyn, Emanuele called Isabe to find out her location, wanting to have a meal with her. Isabe found a ce to wait for Emanuele.


    Now, Chicago was calm, and Emanuele could drive his SUV alone to Isabe.


    Emanuele brought Isabe to an exquisite French restaurant, and after ordering their meal, Emanuele kept gazing at Isabe.


    Isabe felt Emanuele’s gaze burning, as if he was about to ignite her, making her ufortable.


    Even though they had already been intimate, Emanuele’s fiery gaze made Isabe feel exposed from head to toe.


    “Why do you always look at me like that?” Isabe asked Emanuele with a puzzled expression.


    “Because I like you,” Emanuele said. “I feel like we haven’t gone out on a date for a long time, Isabe. Can we take a walk after dinner?”


    Isabe looked at Emanuele and thought about the recent trials they had faced. She realized that indeed, they hadn’t been on a date for a while.


    “Of course, as long as you like,” Isabe replied.


    After dinner, Emanuele didn’t drive but walked with Isabe along the roadside.


    As the night fell and pedestrians diminished, the night breeze felt like gentle hands caressing Isabe’s face, making her feelfortable.


    Emanuele held her hand tightly, and hisrge hand, calloused from training, contrasted with her small hand as he led the way carefully.


    Walking aimlessly, they rxed and explored various shops they stumbled upon, filled with curious items.


    Isabe pulled Emanuele into multiple shops to browse, finding the merchandise intriguing and purchasing some essories.


    After getting tired, they sat down at a random dessert shop.


    Once Isabe got exhausted, she said, “Let’s head back.”


    However, they had walked too far, and retracing their steps to find the car meant a long journey ahead.


    This time, Isabe didn’t want to walk back.


    Emanuele said, “I’ll have Phillip bring the car over.”


    “Can you still walk?” Isabe asked Emanuele.


    Emanuele nodded.


    For someone who frequently exercised, this walk was nothing.


    “Can you carry me on your back?” Isabe’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Emanuele.


    Emanuele smiled and nodded, “Of course, Isabe, don’t doubt your man’s abilities.”


    He knew what Isabe desired.


    “Great, then carry me,” Isabe said, hopping onto Emanuele’s back.


    Emanuele steadied Isabe on his back.


    This was the first time Emanuele had carried Isabe like this, and as she nestled against his broad back, she felt a sense of happiness.N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    Emanuele’s body was broad, and his shoulders were strong. He walked with extra care while carrying her.


    Isabe felt secure and could sense his warmth, the faint tobo scent, and his love for her.


    Although Emanuele’s back faced her, Isabe could still feel his affection and care, as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.


    Reflecting on recent events, Isabe lying on Emanuele’s back realized she had been foolish to contemte divorce.


    Why reject happiness and dwell on distant tragedies when there was so much joy in the present?


    Soon, Emanuele carried Isabe back to the parking lot, the journey seeming longer than their earlier stroll.


    “You seem to be walking a bit slower, Emanuele, are you tired?” Isabe asked as she hopped off his back, looking at him with concern.


    Though, she didn’t truly believe Emanuele could tire from carrying her.


    But what if he did?


    “What a kind gesture, Emanuele. I was thinking we could take it slow so you could keep carrying me,” Isabe was surprised by Emanuele’s reply.


    How could he get tired?


    Even if Isabe was heavy, he would want to continue carrying her.


    Throughout the walk, having Isabe on his back gave Emanuele a sense of peace and happiness.


    Isabe was touched by Emanuele’s words, feeling a hint of tears welling up in her eyes.


    Emanuele loved her deeply, and she could sense it through his actions and words.


    When she had mentioned divorce, his heart probably shattered.


    Isabe embraced Emanuele and said, “I feel guilty for hurting you when you love me so much, Emanuele.”


    “If you feel guilty, then let’s make up for it once we’re back in bed,” Emanuele suggested.


    His words made Isabe’s guilt dissipate; she yfully tapped his chest and said, “Don’t be cheeky. My body still bears the marks of your antics.”


    Emanuele grabbed Isabe’s hand, kissed it, and yfully remarked, “Isabe, if you want topensate me, I aim to exhaust you in bed.”


    Always having such thoughts, though it excited Isabe, she could restrain her desires.


    Upon returning home, Emanuele led Isabe back to their room.


    Isabe felt dirty after a day out and wanted a shower, but Emanuele couldn’t wait and suggested they bathe together.


    Taking Isabe’s hand, Emanuele led her into the bathroom.


    As the shower sprayed water over them, both of them were drenched instantly.