Chapter Four: Just Want to Tear You Apart
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Lucy had found a set of clothes and left after giving some instructions. After all, she had brought the invitation card for today, so it was only right for her to check out the situation downstairs.
Emily stared at the beautiful dress on the bed but lacked the courage to change into it.
She sat on the couch, and the door swung open with a click.
Thinking it was Lucy, she didn't pay much attention at first.
Until a cold voice came from behind, startling her.
"Emily, when did you become like this?"
She jumped up from the couch.
From initial panic to a shallow smile of composure.
"Mr. Miller, long time no see."
That "long time no see" took all the courage she had.
She feared showing any weakness in front of this man.
She feared any hint of lingering feelings would be her downfall.
Moreover, did she even have the right to feel anything for this man anymore?
She had closed off all her paths; there was nowhere left to go.
She desperately told herself, "Emily, this man is no longer yours, not anymore."
Since three years ago, when you said goodbye, he hasn't belonged to you.
"Emily, have you ever regretted it?"
Could she still regret it?
Did she even have a chance to regret it?
If she could regret it, she would never have made this choice, but she had no choice.
She couldn't even allow a hint of regret to enter her mind.
Seeing Emily's silence, Arthur couldn't hold back his anger.
"Emily, you're attending this kind of party today. Does your husband know? Did he approve of you selling yourself like this, dressed like a mess?"
Husband?
Right, Emily had gotten married three years ago.
A marriage contract that sold her to a stranger.
"Does it have anything to do with you? Mr. Miller, you're getting too nosy. Please leave; I need to change."
"After you change, are you going to continue seducing people downstairs? Emily, you dare to seduce a married man. Could it be that the young master of the Hill family can't satisfy you, making you so desperate? First at the bar, now at this kind of party, you really have some nerve!"
"Arthur, what do you mean?"
Her eyes blazed with anger. The next moment, the man rudely pushed her against the door.
The door was hard, and it hurt when she collided with it.
She frowned, but he pressed against her.
Slightly cold lips, carrying a hint of heat, suddenly sealed her lips.
"Mmm—let go. Arthur, you..."
She kept pounding his chest with her hands, but couldn't budge him an inch.
He ruthlessly sucked the sweet nectar from her lips.
His hands, scorching like fire, eagerly caressed her back and inched toward her waist.
She instinctively tried to evade, which only earned her a low growl and a harsh bite on her tongue.
The pain made her eyes moisten.
Until her body was hooked, and her hands subconsciously clasped around his neck.
But suddenly, he let go of her, withdrawing abruptly.
His hands crossed over his chest in an appreciative stance.
"Emily, it seems that the Hill family young master couldn't satisfy you. Look at how unsatisfied you are now; you're truly lascivious."
She widened her eyes, staring at the man before her.
Hearing him repeat, "Emily, is this the life you wanted? Seeing your face now makes me sick."
"I actually…" She tried to explain but was cut off.
"Emily, when you abandoned me and married into the Hill family, I promised I'd make you regret your choice. Just wait."
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