Worry Marriage

Chapter 7: It Hurts, Run Away

The Next Day

Emily woke up and rolled over out of habit, the quilt slipped off her marvelous body. Feeling the coolness, she sneezed and reached out to pull the quilt, only to realize that she was actually naked and aching all around. A bad premonition struck her heart.

She lowered her eyes, only to see that her fair and delicate skin was covered with hickeys of different sizes, like cherry blossoms that were blooming in splendor.

Last night's scene played back in her mind like a movie.

First, she dined with Hank, who perversely made her drink a lot of wine. She got drunk and then woke up to see three lewd men trying to take her.

A strange man saves her, and she voluntarily pesters him because of the drug, and they are in the bathroom ......

"Achoo ......"

Emily sneezed, the scene behind her was a bit of a blur and she no longer dared to think about it.

Her face went pale and teardrops slid down her clear face.

"No ...... it can't be ...... this is not true ...... this is not true.... it's not true ......"

She couldn't accept the fact that she had a one-night stand with an unfamiliar man, gripping her hair with both hands and desperately shaking her head, letting the tears spill out.

Adan's figure was long gone by her side, she cried silently, her innocence was possessed by a strange man, and she could not wait to die immediately. How could she do something to apologize to Hank? She was so inhuman.

"Emily, what's wrong with you?" Emily cried and cursed, raising her hand and slapping herself hard.

She had wronged Hank, she was going to go and confess to him, even if he wanted to divorce her, she would never complain.

After all, she was already unclean, she was the one who had wronged him.

At this moment, Emily had completely forgotten that the one who had personally sent her into a strange man's room was Hank, whom she felt sorry for.

She frowned, endured the discomfort of the body out of bed, picked up the skirt on the floor to put on, and then went to the bathroom, she had not dared to look up at her own, washed her face out of the bathroom, picked up the bag and fled as if to leave.

Coincidentally, she had just left a coat of ink-colored handmade expensive suit. Adan walked in, when he saw the big bed without Emily's figure, handsome eyebrows slightly knit, and a big stride into the bathroom, the action was a little eager.

With him in the body of the man to see the situation, eyebrows some puzzled knit, the president so anxious to find what? Could it be that woman from last night?

Only a moment later, Adan struck from the bathroom, breathtaking face covered with a layer of frost, exuding a seeping cold, knife-cut thin lips pursed, lines of cold and hard, chilling.

"President, what did you just look for? It won't be looking for that woman last night, right?" The one who spoke was the man who said last night that Emily couldn't afford to pay for a button on Adan's suit, Laurie.

Adan's deep-as-ink eyes were covered with a layer of thin ice, his gaze sharp like an open sword, his voice cold and hard, "Did you find out the identity of those three men?"

Luo Rui nodded slightly and said, "Checked out, they are ......"