In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Meeting Chloe

She said she was coming in a week, right? How is she here already? Isabella had absolutely no preparation for this. But thinking about it, it was quite typical of Chloe; she always enjoyed playing games with her.

Telling her she'd come in a week, only to arrive three days later, was a way to shock and unnerve her, catching her off guard – a type of playful manipulation.

"Isabella, are you still there? Can you hear me?" Sophia hadn't received any response from Isabella and couldn't help but ask again.

"Mom, I need to rest right now. I won't be seeing her," Isabella finally found her voice after a considerable effort.

After hanging up the phone, Isabella struggled to calm her emotions. Her heart was racing as if it wanted to burst out of her chest. This feeling was terrible.

"Are you okay, Isabella?" Emanuele asked, breaking the silence at the dining table.

He noticed that Isabella's face was terrible after taking that call, and she seemed as if she might faint. Did she react this way every time she talked to Sophia? Was she just naturally sensitive or timid? However, she sometimes stood up to his intimidation, so that didn't seem likely.

If she cried and begged right from the start, he'd find it rather uninteresting. But Isabella was different.

Looking at Emanuele's concerned gaze, Isabella felt he was truly enigmatic. Sometimes ruthless and sometimes surprisingly gentle. She knew better than to hope for the devil, as he would inevitably shatter that notion whenever she started to think he might not be so bad.

With a sigh, Isabella realized that a calm life had become a luxury for her. She always told herself to stay calm and think of strategies to overcome difficulties. However, with Chloe's imminent arrival, she couldn't help but tremble. Her damn claustrophobia seemed to be acting up again.

After finishing her meal, Isabella returned to her room to rest. Although she didn't have to work today, she still needed to finish some reports she had been neglecting. She would be graduating in a little over a month.

At some point, Emanuele joined her at her side, watching her work on her report. He said, "Isabella, soon you'll be finishing your studies."

"At that time, I'll marry Clark," Isabella preempted what Emanuele had likely wanted to say.

"Hahaha, it seems you're already aware of that. That's good." Emanuele patted Isabella's head and then reached out to play with her hair, causing her reddish-brown locks to coil around his fingers, making Isabella feel as if she were being toyed with.

"However, Clark recently returned to Canada for something important. He's busy and probably won't have the time to visit you."

Recently, Clark's cousin had been in a critical situation, and he had been taken by the enemies, barely managing to escape with his life. This incident had put Clark's authority to the test, and he intended to make those responsible pay.

Isabella wasn't aware of the details, but when Clark left, he had called and said he had to go to Canada and asked her to wait for him. She had agreed, although secretly, she hoped he would stay away for a month or so, which would conveniently delay her wedding.

Emanuele studied Isabella's face closely. She had just recovered from an illness, and her expression appeared fragile and somewhat unwell. Yet, it didn't diminish her beauty in the slightest.