After Isabella's words, she turned her head to the side, as if she didn't want to see Emanuele anymore.
Emanuele, however, held Isabella's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. Isabella felt tormented.
"Since you don't like me and only want a wife's role to face your enemies together, why me? Why not someone else?"
She couldn't comprehend why Emanuele, if he didn't like her, had chosen to marry her. With his charisma, he could have any woman he wanted with a snap of his fingers. Yet he specifically chose her.
Was it because he saw her interest in him? Did he want to play with her?
Isabella regretted. She shouldn't have agreed to become Emanuele's bride yesterday.
"Isabella, if I truly didn't care about you, do you think you could marry me?" Emanuele let go of Isabella and stood up.
Isabella was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"
Emanuele's hand reached for Isabella's neck, stroking her skin, feeling her pulse beneath it. He tugged at his lips, speaking softly, "Isabella, I don't just marry any woman. Marrying you means I'm interested in you. Don't you understand?"
Interested? Isabella remembered what Emanuele had said earlier, about how he hadn't finished having fun with her, which was why he couldn't bear for her to leave with Clark to Canada. She figured he would discard her once he grew tired of her.
At that moment, Emanuele let go of Isabella, walked to the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of water to drink.
Isabella also felt exhausted. She had intended to go upstairs, take a shower, and rest.
But she hadn't anticipated that Emanuele would follow her. He grasped her hand and pressed her against the nearby wall. His entire body pressed against hers.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy?" He had spoken to this point; didn't Isabella understand?
"Happy, of course, I'm happy." Isabella reached up, circling her arms around Emanuele's neck, a seductive smile on her face. No matter what, their game had been ongoing, and she couldn't afford to lose.
Isabella stood on her tiptoes and kissed Emanuele's lips. The man hesitated for a moment but then held her head, deepening the kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, devouring her sweetness, trying to consume every bit of her aura.
But soon, Isabella pulled away from Emanuele's embrace, looking into his eyes, which were filled with desire and a hint of confusion. She playfully raised the corner of her lips.
"I think, perhaps if I have some time, I can go out? I don't want to stay in the apartment all the time."
Was she negotiating with him? Emanuele suppressed his desires and nodded, "You can, but you must take enough guards with you."
"Can I buy enough things to decorate this place the way I like?" Isabella smiled at Emanuele, feeling her mood had improved somewhat.
"You can buy whatever you want. Use the credit card as you please, as long as there's place in the apartment for what you want."
Emanuele spoke and reached for Isabella's cheeks, lowering his head so that their foreheads touched, and their eyes met, noses inches apart. With each breath, their warm breath mingled, filling the air.
"So, can I continue kissing you now?"
Without waiting for Isabella's response, Emanuele captured her lips, his tongue delving in, devouring everything.
...
Emanuele kept his word, and the very next day, he surprised Isabella by taking her out for some relaxation.
Isabella found this unexpected, considering she had to wait for a while.
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