In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 91: Can I Continue Kissing You?

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.

"Are you ready?" Emanuele leaned against the wardrobe, watching Isabella with joy as she fluttered about the closet, picking her outfit as if she cherished this outing.

"I've never had this many clothes before. It's enough to open a clothing store," Isabella said while sifting through the outfits. She finally decided on a light blue floral sundress. It had short sleeves, cinched at the waist, and flared out at the skirt. Isabella paired it with silver high heels made of shiny material, reminiscent of Cinderella's glass slipper. She also combed her long hair, giving it more volume and curls. Emanuele stood by the closet, hands crossed over his chest, playfully observing Isabella.

"Very beautiful, sweetheart. You look stunning just like that."

What mattered most was that her dress was not too revealing. It was a simple and modest style but still accentuated Isabella's femininity.

Even so, Emanuele couldn't seem to take his eyes off Isabella. It was difficult to fathom the extent of her allure to him. It was as if he orbited her like the Earth orbits the Sun.

Isabella felt elated to have Emanuele's appreciation.

Upon a closer look, she noticed Emanuele himself was dressed in a suit. Emanuele always looked handsome in casual attire, carrying an aura of danger. Yet when he wore a suit, he appeared refined. Isabella linked her arm with Emanuele's, and they left for their outing.

Even though she was aware that the outside world was perilous, remaining cooped up in the apartment all the time would drive her insane.

Emanuele and Isabella first visited a mall. She had bought enough clothing the previous day, but her collection of accessories was limited. Emanuele provided her with some jewelry, hats, and belts. After shopping, Emanuele decided they should go out for dinner.

Phillip suggested, "The restaurant's already chosen, it's an Italian one."

Isabella looked at Emanuele, who responded, "Isn't that your favorite? You've been there with Clark before."

Isabella was surprised that he remembered such a distant event.

For some reason, the way Emanuele spoke made her feel like he was jealous.

The restaurant was small, with only a few tables. At that moment, only two tables had diners. When Emanuele and Isabella entered, two men at one of the tables fixed their gaze on her. The man on the left stared blatantly at her chest and legs, which made Isabella uncomfortable. However, some men always seemed to undress women with their eyes. Despite her discomfort, Isabella endured it.

"What would you like to eat?" Emanuele led Isabella to their table and called the waiter to place their order.

"I'd like a bacon and tomato pasta," Isabella said.

Emanuele ordered several dishes.

While waiting for the food, Isabella couldn't help but feel the men's unabashed gazes. Their lecherous eyes made her wonder if they had already stripped her naked in their minds. Isabella felt increasingly uneasy.

Suddenly, Emanuele got up and headed toward the two men.

Isabella had a bad feeling and grabbed Emanuele's sleeve. "Emanuele, please sit down and let's enjoy our meal."

"Wait a moment, I have something to attend to," Emanuele brushed off Isabella's hand on his sleeve and proceeded towards the two men.

"Phillip, aren't you going to stop your boss?" Isabella was very concerned.

Phillip shrugged and said, "Don't worry, Isabella, those two jerks will pay for their behavior."

"Pay?" Isabella's heart raced, and she was left quite shaken.