[Female forced Love by male]The task of slag women always fails

Emily Miller is an employee of the Cosmic Quickie Department, whose main job is to travel through countless book worlds, fixing plot holes, maintaining the emotional development of the main characters, and bringing back quest items to keep the book worlds going smoothly and in accordance with the author's original text. Emily Miller opened her eyes with a baby's cry in her ears, the cloudy air of the unventilated depression in the room at the tip of her nose, a vague dull ache in the privacy of her body, and her breasts swollen. Sorting through the drama of this world in her mind, she slowly rose and looked to the cot beside the hospital bed. "My Lady, His Lordship has ordered me to fetch the youngest son back to The Wilson family." Inside the ward where the curtains were drawn tightly and the overhead light was blindingly white, a young man in a black suit stood respectfully in the spartan single room, bending slightly towards Emily Miller. Emily Miller rubbed her brow, her original name this time was Emily Wilson, a young lady who had turned her back on her family and fled to give birth. "Heh, he came easy, The Wilson family heir wants one with his mouth open." Emily Miller pulled back her pale lips, her gaze was cold and fixed on the tall black suit. The black-suited youth did not raise his head, but only said, "The master has orders, please don't make things difficult for me, miss." Emily Miller's breath clogged in her throat, "What a good father I have." Viciously swallowing that mouthful of turbid air, Emily Miller braced herself and firmly gripped the pram beside her, the green veins on the back of her hand bulging slightly under her fair skin, "He asked you to come and pick up someone to The Wilson family, but did he say who he was going to pick up?" The young man in the black suit was silent, clearly not commanded. Emily Miller's eyes traced over the two baby boys in the pram, her scarlet thin lips raised slightly in an arc at the sight of the wailing baby, and then slowly frowned when she looked at the baby boy who had never said a word. Emily Miller picked up the baby boy, who was always silent and had big, round, pitch-black eyes. The little baby, whose gaze had been round her, seemed very happy as he was picked up by her, fluttering his little hands and feet, unlike his younger brother, who had been quiet up until now, cheerfully baring his gagging noises and reaching out to hug Emily Miller, only to have her turn around and then shove him into the hands of the young man in the black suit. Emily Miller frowned, "There you go, get lost." Like casually discarding a piece of waste instead of her own son, the look was cold. And this baby boy that she casually shoved into the youth's hands did not look like her in the slightest, but rather like the man who had sown the seed in her. The black suit panicked and held the infant in his hands steady, the male youth who had never held a child before looked a little bewildered, and quickly regained his composure, while blocking the half of the baby's body that was poking towards Emily Miller, he looked around the ward environment, and after a pause he opened his mouth, "Miss, the master asked me to ask you one more time if you're willing to go home?" "Scram!" From the day she defected, from the day she exposed all the confidential documents of The Wilson family's company, from the day she inflicted heavy damage on The Wilson family, she was no longer a member of The Wilson family, not Emily Wilson, but Emily Miller. Black suit youth was yelled, also not angry, continue to speak: "The world is not the parents, the master said, he will not blame you, The Wilson family always have a place for the young lady, the young lady one day if you want to go home ......" Words did not finish, has been that thin pale woman with a bedside table bowl spoon paper towel smashed full head, can only rusty hold the child to hide around, will will close his mouth. In the middle of the day, Emily Miller calmed down and raised her eyes to the black suit again, "Why aren't you leaving?" The black-suited youth wiped the porridge rice grains that he picked up on the face of the baby boy in his arms, awkwardly shrunk his head, and spoke again, "Master also said that you have to take all of the little son's names." Emily Miller afterglow swept to that in the arms of the youth of the child, in his like his father's face is shuttle round, even if it is not myself, just fast wear to carry out the task, also can not restrain rising to that man resentment, "Chasm" The black suit made a mental note to look up at the woman in the wide hospital gown one last time, and held the infant tightly in his arms as he made to leave. The baby boy in his arms seemed to sense what was going on, quiet and well-behaved no longer, suddenly wailed, desperately struggling in the youth's arms, tears constantly overflowing from his big, dark, round eyes, his cries piercing and loud. The baby left in the crib was affected and also cried louder, Emily Miller was numbed by the noise and turned her head to the male youth, "Why don't you get lost?" The male youth hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth to ask, "I don't know, what is the name of that little gentleman, what is his name?" "Is this what the master told you to ask?" "No no." The male youth couldn't help it, and looked again at the woman who, even as a mother, was still clear and elegant, "Private, a little curiosity." Emily Miller raised an eyebrow and rubbed her wrist, blocking the male youth's gaze as she took the small baby on the bed in her arms and slowly stroked and comforted him, kissing his sobbing wet, that resembled her brow, "Asher." The male youth before holding the baby boy crying with pathos in his arms, screwed open the door and walked out of the ward. Even walked out, black suit youth still can't help smacking his lips ...... The same is her child, the one in her arms is called Asher, but this one is called Chasm. it's too biased.