Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Evelyn felt that if Isabella suspected her because of this, then she would be truly wronged.

Fortunately, Isabella only said so, and seeing Evelyn trying to clarify herself, Isabella believed Evelyn’s words.

She was in a good mood now, reconciled with Emanuele, and Isabella felt the sadness leaving her, as life seemed full of hope.

Though the thought of not being able to bear children could still bring Isabella pain, she thought that grasping the present happiness was enough.

Isabella believed she shouldn’t dwell on the future, as she couldn’t even predict what was ahead now.

She only needed to hold onto her current happiness.

If they came to a point where they had to part ways, Isabella thought she should be able to leave Emanuele gracefully.

Being by Emanuele’s side, even if it was only for a year or two, was a kind of happiness for Isabella.

After shopping with Evelyn, Emanuele called Isabella to find out her location, wanting to have a meal with her. Isabella found a place to wait for Emanuele.

Now, Chicago was calm, and Emanuele could drive his SUV alone to Isabella.

Emanuele brought Isabella to an exquisite French restaurant, and after ordering their meal, Emanuele kept gazing at Isabella.

Isabella felt Emanuele’s gaze burning, as if he was about to ignite her, making her uncomfortable.

Even though they had already been intimate, Emanuele’s fiery gaze made Isabella feel exposed from head to toe.

“Why do you always look at me like that?” Isabella asked Emanuele with a puzzled expression.

“Because I like you,” Emanuele said. “I feel like we haven’t gone out on a date for a long time, Isabella. Can we take a walk after dinner?”

Isabella looked at Emanuele and thought about the recent trials they had faced. She realized that indeed, they hadn’t been on a date for a while.

“Of course, as long as you like,” Isabella replied.

After dinner, Emanuele didn’t drive but walked with Isabella along the roadside.

As the night fell and pedestrians diminished, the night breeze felt like gentle hands caressing Isabella’s face, making her feel comfortable.

Emanuele held her hand tightly, and his large hand, calloused from training, contrasted with her small hand as he led the way carefully.

Walking aimlessly, they relaxed and explored various shops they stumbled upon, filled with curious items.

Isabella pulled Emanuele into multiple shops to browse, finding the merchandise intriguing and purchasing some accessories.

After getting tired, they sat down at a random dessert shop.

Once Isabella got exhausted, she said, “Let’s head back.”

However, they had walked too far, and retracing their steps to find the car meant a long journey ahead.

This time, Isabella didn’t want to walk back.

Emanuele said, “I’ll have Phillip bring the car over.”

“Can you still walk?” Isabella asked Emanuele.

Emanuele nodded.

For someone who frequently exercised, this walk was nothing.

“Can you carry me on your back?” Isabella’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Emanuele.

Emanuele smiled and nodded, “Of course, Isabella, don’t doubt your man’s abilities.”

He knew what Isabella desired.

“Great, then carry me,” Isabella said, hopping onto Emanuele’s back.

Emanuele steadied Isabella on his back.

This was the first time Emanuele had carried Isabella like this, and as she nestled against his broad back, she felt a sense of happiness.

Emanuele’s body was broad, and his shoulders were strong. He walked with extra care while carrying her.

Isabella felt secure and could sense his warmth, the faint tobacco scent, and his love for her.

Although Emanuele’s back faced her, Isabella could still feel his affection and care, as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Reflecting on recent events, Isabella lying on Emanuele’s back realized she had been foolish to contemplate divorce.

Why reject happiness and dwell on distant tragedies when there was so much joy in the present?

Soon, Emanuele carried Isabella back to the parking lot, the journey seeming longer than their earlier stroll.

“You seem to be walking a bit slower, Emanuele, are you tired?” Isabella asked as she hopped off his back, looking at him with concern.

Though, she didn’t truly believe Emanuele could tire from carrying her.

But what if he did?

“What a kind gesture, Emanuele. I was thinking we could take it slow so you could keep carrying me,” Isabella was surprised by Emanuele’s reply.

How could he get tired?

Even if Isabella was heavy, he would want to continue carrying her.

Throughout the walk, having Isabella on his back gave Emanuele a sense of peace and happiness.

Isabella was touched by Emanuele’s words, feeling a hint of tears welling up in her eyes.

Emanuele loved her deeply, and she could sense it through his actions and words.

When she had mentioned divorce, his heart probably shattered.

Isabella embraced Emanuele and said, “I feel guilty for hurting you when you love me so much, Emanuele.”

“If you feel guilty, then let’s make up for it once we’re back in bed,” Emanuele suggested.

His words made Isabella’s guilt dissipate; she playfully tapped his chest and said, “Don’t be cheeky. My body still bears the marks of your antics.”

Emanuele grabbed Isabella’s hand, kissed it, and playfully remarked, “Isabella, if you want to compensate me, I aim to exhaust you in bed.”

Always having such thoughts, though it excited Isabella, she could restrain her desires.

Upon returning home, Emanuele led Isabella back to their room.

Isabella felt dirty after a day out and wanted a shower, but Emanuele couldn’t wait and suggested they bathe together.

Taking Isabella’s hand, Emanuele led her into the bathroom.

As the shower sprayed water over them, both of them were drenched instantly.