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EMILY’S POV.
(Hours Earlier)
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It felt like boiling blood rushing through my veins, and I flew at John, holding his collars tightly, as angry tears formed in my eyes.
“Miss!” The maids called, as they ran towards us, after hearing me scream. They stumbled on the strange scene, and stopped in their tracks.
“You…” It felt like my chest was going to explode with all the emotions I felt in there. My lips tightened, and so did my fingers around his collar, as he grinned.
“What?”
I released a hand, and whacked him hard on the face. The maids gasped.
Before he could raise his head, I whacked him hard again. Still unsatisfied, I raised my hand to whack him a third time, but he held it.
“Spilt milk, cracked egg… what will you fix by hitting me?” He asked venomously.
“Do you think tha
