In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Encountering Clark Again

Grazia and Rocco's engagement banquet was relatively simple, attended by their closest friends and family. Sophia and Leo also returned the day before.

Watching Grazia and Rocco holding hands, Isabella felt a heaviness in her heart. Emanuele was busy with socializing, leaving Isabella sitting in a corner, sipping champagne.

Perhaps Grazia and Rocco would genuinely be happy together. At least, at this moment, when Rocco spoke to Grazia, his eyes held a gentle smile, appearing genuinely tender.

After the second glass of champagne, Isabella felt discomfort in her stomach. It dawned on her that she hadn't eaten tonight, and drinking on an empty stomach was making her uneasy.

A burning sensation spread in her stomach, causing pain. Grazia noticed Isabella and left Rocco to approach her, "Isabella, are you okay? You look a bit pale."

"I'm fine," Isabella replied, her gaze fixed on Grazia's face, noticing a hint of weariness beneath her makeup.

Grazia wasn't as happy as she pretended to be.

"Grazia, I genuinely wish you happiness," Isabella said.

"I'll be fine. Just like you and Emanuele, no one believed in you at first, but now it's all good," Grazia smiled at Isabella.

Is it really good? It's just a façade.

Isabella once thought marrying Emanuele would bring happiness, but he repeatedly reminded her that their relationship was just a game. He desired her body, so he chose her, but he didn't love her. This realization made Isabella gradually lose the will to love Emanuele; she didn't want to be a loser in their game.

However, she didn't want Grazia to worry, so she kept these thoughts to herself.

"I can see that Rocco is much gentler than the last time we met. He's taking good care of you tonight," Isabella remarked.

"Thank you," Grazia smiled.

After Grazia left, Isabella sat for a while, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. She found a restroom and rushed in to vomit.

She emptied her stomach, even bringing up bile, relieving some discomfort. Weakly leaning on the sink, she turned on the tap, splashing water on her face to regain some clarity.

Her body still trembled, was she getting sick? Isabella stared at her pale reflection in the mirror, feeling a bit dazed.

After a brief moment in the restroom, when Isabella felt she could manage, she slowly walked out.

As she entered the banquet hall, her hand was grabbed by someone.

"Where did you go? You missed the announcement."

Looking at the tall man in front of her, Isabella whispered, "I just went to the restroom."

She had no strength to struggle. Even the thought of leaning into Emanuele's arms crossed her mind. She didn't understand why her body suddenly felt so weak.

Was it because she had been too worried lately? Did her physical discomfort result from emotional stress?

Her body was like this-no illnesses on ordinary days, but once her mood soured, serious physical problems would arise.

Previously, when Chloe tormented her to the brink of insanity, she felt the same way. Now that Chloe was gone, she thought nothing could affect her anymore. But then, this happened.

"Your face looks very pale, Isabella. I'll take you to see a doctor," Emanuele said, frowning with concern.

Isabella shook her head, "I'm fine. I don't need to see a doctor. I'm just too worried about Grazia."

Emanuele's gray-brown eyes stared intensely at Isabella, filled with anger, and his face grew somewhat grim. "Isabella, do you not trust Grazia, or do you not trust me? Even in an arranged marriage, I wouldn't just find any man for Grazia to marry. Rocco is a good man, loyal, gentle, though somewhat suspicious. But as long as you're by his side, he'll do everything to protect her. He's powerful, and with Grazia around, she won't face the dangers here in Chicago."