Isabe was not sure about the situation between other mafia bosses and their wives, but she felt that the rtionship between her and Emanuele was harmonious and peaceful.


    Whenever faced with a task that may make her ufortable, Emanuele always took the initiative to ask for her opinion.


    Isabe thought to herself, she needed to trust Emanuele like she did the first time.


    “Emanuele, I am truly d that you seek my opinion, but I understand that I cannot stop you from carrying out the tasks you choose. I support you, as long as it is your decision,” she said.


    Isabe believed that even if Emanuele pretended to be married to Jessie, it did not matter. She and Emanuele were the true couple who deeply loved and cared for each other.


    But now, Isabe thought that such tasks were inconsequential.


    If Emanuele truly wanted to do it, she would let him.


    Seeing Isabe’s support, Emanuele was pleased. He knew that as soon as he spoke, Isabe would back him up.


    Even if this task involved interacting with other women, she trusted him.


    Being trusted by someone made Emanuele feelfortable.


    His heart was also soft, and in embracing Isabe, he held her tightly, allowing her to lean against him.


    His lips could not help but kiss Isabe, from her lips, to her neck, and down her body.Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    He was captivated by Isabe’s soft body and smooth skin.


    Like water, this woman was so gentle and soft that no matter how he kissed her, it never felt like enough.


    Under Emanuele’s touch, Isabe’s body grew even softer, her desire rising, her body bing increasingly sensitive to his touch.


    Feelingpletely at Emanuele’s mercy, Isabe’s body trembled as he stimted her sensitive areas.


    “Oh God, I feel like I ampletely in your control, Emanuele,” Isabe said, her body yearning for more.


    Seeing Isabe’s reaction, Emanuele was satisfied. Every man wants to see the woman he loves lose control for him.


    At that moment, Isabe’s eyes gazed at him with her irises reflecting his figure. Her face flushed a rosy shade, her look both bewitching and erotic, driving Emanuele to lose control.


    He parted her legs, entering her body.


    Both were overwhelmed by passion and soon Emanuele surged inside Isabe.


    Clutching Emanuele closely, she thought that she was the happiest person in the world at that moment.


    The next day, Isabe woke upte.


    After a night of being with Emanuele, she felt exhausted.


    This period had been filled with Emanuele’s intense involvement with her, and she understood his intentions.


    He never wanted to lose her again, seeking to create a sense of security through his actions.


    Isabe cooperated with Emanuele wholeheartedly.


    Today, Isabe continued her online studies while Evelyn went to ss. Unsure of what to do, Isabe decided to focus on her studies and self-improvement.


    Suddenly, Isabe received a message on her phone: “Hello, Isabe? I am Jessie, Emanuele’s partner and the person who visited himst night. I know you must be aware of me. Can we meet?”


    Jessie? Isabe was unfamiliar with the name, but upon understanding her role, Isabe knew who she was.


    Looking at the message, Isabe fell into deep thought.


    Why did she suddenly want to meet her?


    “I don’t have any other intentions. I’ll be in Chicago for a few days. Although I’ve normally been in New York and haven’t visited Chicago much, I’m alone here. Can you apany me for a couple of days?” Jessie added when Isabe did not reply.


    Isabe did not know Jessie well, only having heard basic information from Emanuele.


    She knew Jessie was in her thirties, widowed, and had taken over her husband’s business, expanding it significantly.


    A woman in such an environment had to be more ruthless than men to survive without being absorbed by others.


    Isabe hesitated, wondering whether to tell Emanuele about this.


    Yet, she also wanted to meet Jessie, feeling intrigued by what Emanuele had shared with her about the legendary woman.


    She wanted to discover who this person truly was.


    Since she was Emanuele’s partner, there shouldn’t be any danger, right?


    Besides, she would have Tony and Harry apany her in Chicago.


    Therefore, Isabe replied: “Hello, Jessie. Wee to Chicago. As Emanuele’s partner, I can apany you during your stay. Let me know when you want to meet.”


    “How about now? It’s almost noon. Shall we have lunch together?”


    “Sure, no problem. Should I pick you up from the hotel?”


    “No need. Just provide me with the restaurant’s address, and I’ll head there directly.”


    Isabe shared the restaurant’s address with Jessie.


    Preparing to leave, Isabe tidied up, spent a while picking her outfit in the wardrobe, and eventually chose a light green dress adorned with vintage patterns, exuding elegance.


    She applied light makeup, aware that she was meeting not just a friend but the most powerful woman in New York, as Emanuele’s wife.


    Facing Jessie, Isabe knew she had to present herself appropriately.


    Therefore, she chose the most upscale restaurant nearby.


    Arriving at the restaurant, Isabe waited and saw a beautiful woman approaching. Tall and slender, she wore a tight ck dress that entuated her figure.


    Her makeup was heavy, especially the bright red lipstick that was as fierce as fire, emanating amanding presence.


    Her sharp gaze made Isabe feel like she was being dissected when looked at.


    This woman was truly formidable.