"Isabella, during the time you've been married to Emanuele, have you been okay? He hasn't mistreated you, has he?"
"I'm alright. It's just that I feel like I haven't completely adjusted yet," Isabella answered honestly. She had thought before that if she were to marry someone from the Mafia, she'd prefer Emanuele. But now that they were married, many of Emanuele's actions were giving her headaches. They didn't seem like a couple; it was more like they were at odds with each other. As for Grazia's mention of mistreatment...
Thinking of Emanuele's intensity in bed, Isabella's cheeks felt warm. Could it be considered mistreatment in bed?
"Isabella, no matter what, you must trust Emanuele. He's a very responsible person, willing to sacrifice himself to protect the people around him. You're his wife, and he will protect you unconditionally."
"I believe," Isabella said. She could see the heavy burdens Emanuele carried, his long hours, and frequent absences. He must be lacking sleep.
With this in mind, Isabella couldn't help but message Phillip, "Phillip, has Emanuele been resting less lately?"
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. At this moment, Phillip glanced around the warehouse where he was and noticed the bright overhead lights, making it look as if it were daytime.
Today they had received another shipment of weapons, and they were transporting them to the warehouse. His task was to account for all these weapons.
"All these are the latest handguns and submachine guns. Ensure that my subordinates each have one," Emanuele instructed Phillip.
Phillip nodded, then said to Emanuele, "Boss, just now, your wife messaged me, asking if you've been busy lately and if you have time to rest."
Emanuele was taken aback for a moment and furrowed his brow. "She asked you? Why didn't she come and ask me directly?"
For some reason, Phillip felt that Emanuele's tone held a hint of annoyance when he said this. The air around him seemed to drop several degrees, making Phillip shiver involuntarily.
Phillip didn't know why his wife messaged him instead of asking the boss directly. "Well, it's probably because you're a very busy man. She might have thought that you're too occupied and didn't want to disturb you, so she messaged me instead."
After saying this, Phillip couldn't help but think that he was quick-witted to consider this angle. Indeed, after hearing Phillip's explanation, Emanuele's expression improved significantly.
He then said, "Alright, you can reply to her."
At this late hour, Isabella's concern for him was surprising. He knew that if Phillip didn't respond to her, Isabella probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. That stubborn woman always seemed to want him dead and said she hated him, but she was terrified by the dream of him dying. He knew that deep down, she had feelings for him.
He loved her just as much, but he couldn't show it. As the head of the Mafia, he had dealt with countless enemies and understood their methods. If he showed excessive love for her, it would only encourage his enemies to go to great lengths to destroy Isabella. These people knew exactly how to exploit an enemy's vulnerabilities.
He couldn't imagine life without Isabella and what he would do without her. Before he met her, not having her was irrelevant. But once he had her, he didn't want to lose her.
Phillip picked up his phone to reply to Isabella, "Yes, Mrs. Lombardi, it's true. Lately, the boss hasn't had much rest. He gets only two to three hours of sleep every day. Why don't you find an opportunity to persuade him to take a break?"
This was actually Phillip's own opinion. He knew the pressure was mounting with the Sicilian rivals closing in. But there were many things he believed Emanuele didn't need to personally manage. Emanuele put immense pressure on himself, wanting to have total control over everything. However, Emanuele was still human, not a machine. How could he possibly oversee everything? Phillip feared that if Emanuele overworked himself, it would jeopardize their Chicago Mafia.
Most importantly, Phillip thought that Emanuele and Isabella had recently tied the knot, which was supposed to be the sweetest time of their marriage. Not having a honeymoon was one thing, but how could Emanuele often not come home? It would strain the relationship between husband and wife.
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