In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 142: Isabella's Anxiety

Emanuele never thought that his troublesome enemy would have a connection with Isabella. However, when he asked Isabella about it, her reaction didn't suggest any familiarity with Frederick. Was she lying? Emanuele, with his remarkable intuition, found it hard to believe that Isabella would deceive him. Unless she was an exceptional actress, fooling him from the beginning.

Deciding to seek answers from Sophia, he inquired, "Isabella's father is Irish, settled in Chicago when he was ten. I got to know him through work. Isabella's father passed away in a car accident when she was six."

Sophia spoke of her first husband with a tinge of sadness, reminiscing about their genuine love in their youth, cut short by an unexpected accident. Though she had her moments of resentment while raising he daughter alone, looking back, she could only recall his virtues.

Observing Sophia's melancholic demeanor, Emanuele offered a few comforting words.

"Sophia, do you know where he lived in Ireland before settling in Chicago?" Emanuele inquired.

Sophia shook her head. "He and his parents settled in Chicago, never returning to Ireland."

The trail ended there, leaving Emanuele frustrated. Regardless of Frederick's connection with Isabella, Emanuele believed that Isabella wouldn't conspire with him. However, even if Frederick and Isabella didn't have a direct relationship, Frederick seemed to know Isabella quite well.

He even knew about the tattoo on Isabella's back, a private detail she claimed only he and Evelyn were aware of. Isabella rarely wore backless outfits, making it unlikely that anyone else around her knew about it. At that time, Isabella insisted that only he and Evelyn were privy to that information. Evelyn, a regular girl, had been Isabella's friend for years before Emanuele knew Isabella. If Evelyn's background wasn't ordinary, she wouldn't have approached Isabella during those times when Isabella seemed of no value.

Biting his lip, Emanuele continuously smoked; only in these moments could he find a semblance of calmness.

What was going on? Why did Frederick know about Isabella's butterfly tattoo on her back, and even have a photo of it?

Isabella, too, was consumed by anxiety. Since the day Emanuele returned abruptly, questioning her, he hadn't returned for several days. Almost a week had passed since then, and Grazia's wedding was approaching. Isabella was preoccupied with worry for Grazia and concern for Emanuele, leaving her with no appetite.

"Isabella, you haven't been eating well lately. You've lost a lot of weight," Lilly expressed concern. Isabella's diminishing appetite and declining spirits worried Lilly. Isabella even stopped watching her favorite variety shows.

"I have no appetite; I can't eat," Isabella declined Lilly's suggestion to eat more.

Isabella genuinely had no desire to eat. Even her favorite bacon and tomato spaghetti could only be savored for a few bites before she felt too full to continue.

Seeing Isabella like this, Lilly had no choice but to call Emanuele.

"Emanuele, did you and Isabella have a fight? She's been in low spirits these days, barely eating, and she's lost so much weight. Why don't you come back and see her?"

Emanuele, upon hearing Lilly's words, furrowed his brow tightly.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. I think she's like this because of you."

Emanuele sighed, hung up the phone, realizing he needed to go back to the apartment.

The night he received Frederick's message, he felt an urgency that led him to confront Isabella. However, he immediately left afterward. In these past few days, he hadn't returned home. He knew Isabella would be overthinking, worrying, and anxious. Despite her appearance of strength, she was fragile in a certain aspect.

He had been preoccupied with his own investigations, wanting to clear things up to protect Isabella. In his haste, he overlooked how he might affect her, leading to her anxiety and unrest.

Tonight, Isabella had only drank a bowl of mushroom soup and couldn't eat anything else. As a doctor, she knew her condition was dire, but emotions could affect one's appetite. She ate a bit because her body needed the energy, but normally, she could go without a single bite.

After dinner, she went upstairs, preparing to take a shower and lie down to sleep. Only in dreams could she escape from her thoughts, as her mind was burdened with too much.

Isabella closed her eyes and drifted into a quiet sleep. In her dreams, she felt her clothes being lifted, a hot hand caressing her skin. From top to bottom, the person's powerful presence overwhelmed her. He kissed and nibbled on her lips, forcibly entering her mouth, seizing her breath.

His actions didn't cease; he continued to explore her body. Rough fingers glided over her tender skin, giving Isabella goosebumps. The man's kisses grew more intense, moving from her lips to her neck, sucking with force.

Soon, he reached her breasts, gently biting down, causing Emanuele's body to tremble. Isabella felt like this couldn't be a dream, but the pleasurable sensations made her afraid to open her eyes. She savored the moment.

However, when the man's lips reached her lower half, Isabella couldn't help but open her eyes. She saw the man busy at her lower body, his face buried in her intimate area. He parted her legs, making it easie for him to delve deeper.

"Oh, my God..." Isabella grabbed the nearby bedsheets; this scene and what he was doing continuously stimulated her. Isabella instinctively widened her legs, arching her waist, wanting Emanuele to give her

more.

In the dimly lit environment, all that remained were Isabella's gasps and Emanuele's sucking sounds. The atmosphere heightened Isabella's body temperature, feeling as if a fire were burning inside her. Oh God, she felt like she had entrusted her life to the man on top of her.

Soon, the pleasure in Isabella's body accumulated, but just as she was about to reach the peak, the man released her. He undid his belt, removed his pants, and entered Isabella. Under Emanuele's intense stimulation, Isabella's body began to convulse, and she erupted.

Emanuele held Isabella tightly, changed positions, making Isabella kneel in front of him, entering her from behind.