I want you

4 Episode

The scene fell silent for about ten seconds. Michael stood there, water droplets still running down his lean and tall body, and both could hear the sound of the drops hitting the ground. Plop, plop, just like their heartbeats.

“I'm sorry!!!”Emily reacted immediately and rushed out of the bathroom, not daring to look back. She ran a long way until she felt that Michael couldn't see her in her current embarrassing state before stopping.

Leaning against the wall, she panted heavily and then slowly squatted down, covering her face in shame.

Messy black hair, a lean yet muscular upper body, his sexy physique glowed with a milky sheen under the soft light and mist, beauty and grace emanating from all directions…

Stop thinking about it!

Emily took a deep breath. This was the first time she had lost her composure so badly in front of someone else. Most of the time, while she might not be particularly likable in the eyes of others, she didn't reach the point of embarrassment.

But today, within just ten hours of meeting Michael, she had completely lost face. Now she could only convince herself that it was just because the weather was cold, making her face turn red easily, hence giving the impression that she might have feelings for him.

After calming herself, Emily stood up, adjusted her black suit, and planned to return the way she came. Turning around, she saw a familiar figure standing in the corner.

Michael, in a pinstripe black suit, stood in the twilight. From his hair to his cufflinks, even his tie clip, everything was impeccable. As he saw her turn around, he started walking towards her, his deep brown Baroque-style shoes making crisp sounds on the ground, which sounded particularly pleasant in the vast silent space.

Michael's features were elegant and scholarly, and being so neatly dressed, he looked even more distinguished.

“I couldn't find you just now, so I had someone take Mr. Howard ahead. Miss Fang might not know the way, so I'll take you.” Michael's thin lips moved slightly as he spoke indifferently, then he turned and walked back in the direction he came from.

Emily stared at his back for two seconds, sighed, and followed him helplessly. Along the way, neither of them spoke, probably because they didn't know what to say.

They soon arrived at the crematorium, where the funeral staff had been waiting. Besides Emily, there were only Michael and the staff present. It was probably the first time they had seen such a quiet send-off.

Emily silently stared at her uncle's coffin for a long while before stepping forward to open the small window on the lid again. She carefully imprinted her uncle's appearance in her mind, then slowly closed the window and softly said to the staff, “Begin.”

The cremation process was as everyone understood: one comes with nothing and leaves as dust. There are always moments in life that force you to realize that some people can stay in your heart but will never appear in your life again.

Michael bowed ninety degrees towards Howard's coffin and remained by Emily's side until she placed her uncle’s ashes in the columbarium, seeing through all the procedures. He stayed quietly by her side, offering occasional guidance on what to do, and only after everything was over did he bid farewell.

“It's getting late. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave.” Michael bowed slightly in farewell, and Emily, overwhelmed, bowed back, “There's nothing else. It's almost six o'clock. Mr. Bo, you should go home and rest. I'll be leaving too.”

Michael nodded slightly. Since they were both leaving, they would inevitably walk the same way, so Michael accompanied Emily on the way out.

It felt strange. She had expected to be alone from start to finish, but unexpectedly, someone had been with her the entire time. He was a stranger, yet he was willing to respectfully accompany her, so different from the various people Emily had met over the years.

She couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity towards him and also an ominous premonition.

It seemed she had developed an inappropriate thought towards this man beside her, a thought she couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried. She knew she should abandon this thought immediately, but she couldn't. Knowing she should stop but unable to do so was a terrifying feeling.

Michael pushed open the door of the funeral home, took two light steps ahead of Emily, and walked down the steps. Standing below, he looked up at her and politely asked, “Miss Fang, how will you get back?”

Emily stared at his beautiful peach blossom eyes and said, “Take a taxi.”

“It's very remote here. It's hard to get a taxi at this time.” He was being factual.

“Then I'll walk back.” Emily sounded indifferent as if she didn't mind the long walk back to the city. She just regretted,“But I'll miss my morning shift.”She had a part-time early morning cleaning job in the most upscale community in the city, starting at seven and ending at nine. If she walked back, she wouldn't make it in time. She planned to borrow the security guard's phone to call in and ask for leave.

While Emily was arranging her leave in her mind, Michael nonchalantly said, “I'll drive you.”

After saying that, he turned to get the car. Emily watched him silently, his lean face flashing before her eyes as he turned. He was too picky with his food if he wasn't eating irregularly. He was too thin, but it seemed to add a touch of restrained elegance to him.

It was late autumn in Ocean City, now six in the morning. The sun had not yet risen, and the moon still hung in the sky, but Michael's figure seemed to eclipse all the moonlight, making him the brightest in the entire sky.

Soon, a silver Touareg SUV pulled up in front of her. Michael got out from the driver's seat, buttoned up his suit jacket as he walked to the passenger side, opened the door for her, and stood aside gentlemanly, saying,' Get in.'

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For the first time in her life, Emily felt that relying on herself wasn't so easy.

Previously, Captain Johnson had occasionally helped her, and she hadn't felt much. But now, this feeling was very strong.

Probably because Captain Johnson was a public security officer and an elder, his help wasn't direct, so it felt okay. But with Michael, who had no ties to her, she felt it deeply. It all came down to the person. Help from a peer always made one think more.

Emily discreetly got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and quietly sat in the passenger seat. When he got in, she turned to look out of the window.

The author has something to say: One more chapter… Guess how their relationship will continue to intertwine. If you guessed correctly, you can receive a card key for my permanent room at Hanting 406. We can discuss the plot and life development in-depth at night. We can also watch the snow, watch the moon, watch AV… Oops!