Isabella placed her hand on Emanuele's forehead and gently stroked it, as if trying to help him relax a little. However, her movements, though delicate, managed to rouse him.
Emanuele's gray-brown eyes locked onto Isabella, and he had just woken up. Despite that, his eyes instantly regained their alertness.
For a normal person, the moment after waking up is typically filled with confusion. Not for Emanuele. His confusion lasted about 0. 5 seconds, and then he was fully awake.
"Are you awake?" Isabella asked Emanuele with a smile as she sat up. "You can sleep a bit longer; it's alright. I'll call Lilly to prepare breakfast."
Isabella changed into fresh clothes in the walk-in closet before leaving the room.
Emanuele remained in bed.
In fact, for him, this recent period of rest had been quite long. The past few days had seen Emanuele sleeping only two or three hours each night, but this time, he'd had a full eight hours of sleep. The extended rest had eased the tension in his body significantly.
He wasn't in a hurry to get up. Lying in bed, he thought about what Isabella had said. He felt like he was starting to get a sense of what it meant to have a home.
Once upon a time, Emanuele believed he didn't need a family. In his world, there was only violence and no room for emotions. The little emotion he had was reserved for his family. He had thought he would form alliances with other mafia families, marry mafia princesses, and maintain peace. Women, in his world, were just tools, bearing his children and catering to his physical desires.
But then, Isabella had entered his world, and she had stirred his emotions. So much so that he'd married her.
Marrying Isabella hadn't brought him any apparent benefits. In fact, from a superficial perspective, she had no status and couldn't help him consolidate his power. On the contrary, he had to spend a lot of energy protecting her.
There was just one thing that made it all worthwhile-Isabella had control over his desires. From the very beginning, he had wanted to possess her, to have her perform unspeakable acts on him.
Seeing her soft lips, he wanted her to take him in her mouth. Gazing at her plump and shapely rear, he desired to spank her.
And her fierce, never-give-up attitude had fascinated him. He longed to claim her body completely.
For Emanuele, this one benefit was enough to make him give his entire life to her.
Now, he was discovering that Isabella was showing him a different side, giving him a feeling he had never imagined-a sense of home. He liked this feeling, warm, relaxing, and joyful.
However, with enemies surrounding him, relaxing here posed a risk to all of them. Emanuele went to the bathroom to take a shower and changed into a fresh suit before heading downstairs.
Isabella was sitting with Grazia on the sofa, watching television. Emanuele noticed that the program on TV was not the reality show Isabella usually enjoyed but a television drama.
This was the first time Emanuele had seen Isabella watching TV without her favorite reality show.
"Emanuele, you're awake," Grazia greeted him.
Emanuele walked over to Isabella and sat down beside her, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
"Why aren't you watching your favorite reality show?" Isabella asked.
"I got tired of it. There are no new episodes, so I'm checking out something else," Isabella replied.
Tired of it? Emanuele thought. Isabella had been obsessed with those reality shows not too long ago. She wasn't acting like someone who had grown tired of them.
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