Chapter2
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Emily was the first woman Everett had ever brought to the villa.
Emily was also the most fortunate woman in the massive Marshal family.
However, everyone thought that a plain-looking woman like Emily was not worthy of Everett.
Everett held her in his arms, went up to the second floor, and entered his room.
He did not turn on the lights.
He planned to place her down and leave right away.
In the dark, the girl's fragrance, coupled with the strong smell of alcohol, drifted to his nose.
He leaned over and laid her on the European-style white pinewood bed. The moment he let go of her, Emily lifted her leg and hooked it around his waist.
She muttered vaguely, "It's hot...
The silk curtain on the side of the bed was pulled down by Emily's action. It dropped like a delicate stream of water, landing on Everett and Emily.
Everett's nose was almost on hers. His deep eyes were staring at her with almost no distance between them.
Emily noticed Everett's warm breath brushing past her face.
She lifted her eyelids and looked at him.
Suddenly, she smiled at him.
"Young man, you're so handsome...
Everett endured all the way, and at this moment, it was even more difficult to bear his
urges.
He glanced at Emily's red lips, lowered his head, and kissed them gently.
"Is that so?" he asked, his voice low and a little hoarse.
"Give me a kiss and one hundred thousand dollars, okay?" Emily pretends to be sober, smiles, and tries to strike a deal with Everett.
Everett did not say anything.
"Is that okay?" Emily continued to act audaciously.
"Don't regret it once you wake up."
If she knew who she was dealing with, she would regret it.
He was the one she had been complaining about. He was the Big Bad Wolf.
He spoke softly and deeply.
Before she could react, he lowered his head and kissed
Emily's lips again, which tasted of wine.
Emily licked her lips and murmured, "You taste so good... just like vanilla!"
Everett wrapped his huge arm around her waist and increased his strength slightly.
Emily, who was drunk, was completely different from her usual self.
He continued to ask her in a hoarse voice, "Do you still want more?"
His deep, mellow voice had a kind of charm that continued to
attract her attention.
"Yes." Emily traced his lines with the tip of her tongue and chuckled in a petulant way.
Her laughter seemed to have shifted something within his heart.
Just as he was about to take things a notch ahead, Charles knocked on the door and reminded him softly, "Sir, we don't have much time left."
Everett could not afford to waste any more time. To bring Emily back in person, he had wasted three hours.
"You're also delicious." Finally, he touched Emily's lips and whispered in her ear, "However, next time, we'll think about how we should eat."
Emily's gaze seemed blurry, and she was reluctant for him to leave. She looked at him and said, "Young man, don't go..."
Everett frowned and finally wanted another confirmation.
"Do you know who l am?"
"You're a handsome man!"
Emily flashed a bright smile that looked as if she was his infatuated fan.
It seemed that she could not recognize him that night.
Everett took off her shoes, pulled up the quilt, and tucked Emily in.
The moment he left, Emily fell asleep again, and there was no sound.
He turned around, stared at her with a glimmer of light in the corridor, and then closed the door gently.
Charles, who was outside the door, stared at Everett's lips, which were covered in lipstick.
He was stunned.
He coughed awkwardly and pointed to his lips.
Everett had kissed
Emily! How could he do that?
Everett did not care. He wiped his lips with his thumb, frowned slightly, looked at the color stained on the skin, and strode forward.
By the time Emily woke up from a splitting headache, it was already afternoon the next day.
She sat up from the bed and shook her dizzy, painful head.
Only then did she realize that the mattress was different from what she owned.
The bed was as soft as cotton candy.
She turned her head and quickly scanned the room.
A curtain with golden threads outlined its edges. The silk it was made out of was translucent, vaguely giving shape to the view of the room beyond the bed.
She heard the sound of the sea breeze that blew in through the half-opened French window.
She breathed in the salty tinge of the sea.
This was not the Marshal family.
Where was she?
Emily was stunned for a few seconds. Finally, she recalled that she had gone to the bar the night before!
Had she been kidn*pped?
She lifted the curtain and was about to get out of bed to see what was going on.
As soon as she got out of bed, she took a few steps with her bare feet. She was stopped by something before she reached the door.
She looked down at her feet in surprise and found that her feet were bound by a golden chain. The other end of the chain was wrapped around the foot of the large bed behind her.
She moved slightly, and the string of golden bells on the chain shook, letting out a clean ring.
What was going on?
Emily squatted down, trying to undo the chain. After tugging on it for a long time, she ultimately could not get it off her.
When the maid outside the door heard the sound of bells coming from the room, she knew that Emily had woken up.
She immediately pushed the door open and entered. The maids split into two rows and lined themselves up in front of Emily.
"Miss Emily, you're awake.
What would you like to eat or drink?"
"Where am I? Who brought me here? Why did you lock me up?" Several maids were present, and Emily glanced at them. She did not know anyone.
"It was an order from our master." In the face of Emily's anger, the maid replied gently and carefully, "Before he returns, you're not allowed to go anywhere."
Emily was baffled. Who was it?
Was it a lunatic? Why had he chained her to the bed?
"Who is your master?" she questioned as she frowned.
"It's.." The maid did not dare to utter Everett's name. After thinking about it for a while, she replied softly, "He's the eldest brother of your family, Mr. Everett."
Mr. Everett.
Hearing these words, Emily was stunned.
It turned out to be Everett all along.
Emily's arrogance was halved the moment she heard his name.
After a few seconds of silence, she asked the maids, "When will he be back?"
The maid bowed slightly and replied, "How can such lowly servants like us be qualified to ask him about his schedule in detail?"
She continued respectfully without waiting for Emily's answer, "Miss Emily, are you going to get up? Do you want to eat something?"
With the clinking chains on her feet, Emily said word by word,
"I want to go to school. Call your master and get him to release the chains on my feet!"
"We dare not take the initiative to contact him without his order." The maid tried to explain in the same tone.
"Before my master left, he told me to make sure you repent and rethink your decision of going to the bar next time.
When you think it through, the chains will be opened."
The chains were impossible for Emily to release herself from.
This was because she was drunk in the bar for money!
Not only that, she was in urgent need of this money!
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