Chapter 4
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Emily had no idea that Mr. Thompson had secretly labeled her a ‘liar’ in his mind.
Mr. Thompson’s silence made her a little uneasy.
“Mr. Thompson, don’t you believe me?”
Although she had been rebellious in her past life, and had made Mr. Thompson’s face turn ashen with anger, she had never lied to him.
She would argue with Mr. Thompson, but she wouldn’t deceive him.
Mr. Thompson had always been family, through and through.
It was just that she had been blinded by love in her past life, and had betrayed her closest, dearest family for the sake of so-called love.
In this life, she wouldn’t be foolish again.
Mr. Thompson’s palm was burning hot against her waist. His little girl probably didn’t realize how much self-control her Mr. Thompson was using to resist the urge to grip her waist and kiss her…
Tentatively, Mr. Thompson rested his forehead against Emily’s, gently nuzzling her, and said in a low voice, “I believe you.”
Emily was startled!
The man’s burning touch made her unconsciously lean back.
This almost evasive movement instantly darkened the man’s mood.
Of course…
Subconsciously, she was resisting his closeness.
She was truly going all out for Ethan.
First self-harm, then** him.
Mr. Thompson extinguished the spark of longing in his heart and slowly released Emily. “Change your shoes and go sit on the sofa. I’ll go get the first-aid kit.”
“Mr. Thompson!” Emily exclaimed, throwing her arms around Mr. Thompson’s waist and clinging tightly.
Emily, reborn, was extremely sensitive.
She sensed that Mr. Thompson seemed to be growing colder.
Why?
Was it because she had subconsciously flinched away when he had touched his forehead to hers?
Thinking of this, Emily immediately raised her head and leaned closer to the man, saying, “Mr. Thompson, do it again.”
Mr. Thompson looked at the girl he loved, looking at him with those captivating eyes, inviting him… to touch her.
He thought that if he could still restrain himself, he would be worse than an animal.
“Ah…”
Emily only felt a moment of weightlessness, and a cry of surprise escaped her lips.
In the next second, she was lifted up and placed on the shoe cabinet by the door.
Her feet were dangling… no, they were spread apart.
Standing in front of her was Mr. Thompson, who was more than eight inches taller than her.
His aura suddenly became intense.
She stared blankly as he approached, her eyelashes fluttering instinctively, and then she closed her eyes…
Although she didn’t know why she had closed her eyes.
Mr. Thompson looked at his little girl from close range, his hot breath mingling with her light fragrance.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and a few strands of hair that made his heart burn with jealousy clung to her soft cheeks.
Her fair, tender skin was streaked with tears, making her look especially pitiful.
She was an alluringly innocent girl who didn’t even realize her own charm.
“Has Ethan ever kissed you, Emily?” Mr. Thompson asked, unable to resist seeking confirmation as he looked at her full, glossy lips.
He knew that his little girl was in love.
But… he didn’t know how far they had gone.
His people couldn’t keep an eye on them every minute of every day.
“No…” Emily’s voice was soft and faint.
Suddenly realizing what Mr. Thompson had asked her, she opened her eyes wide!
“Mr. Thompson, you, you…”
Emily was a little embarrassed, flustered, and ashamed.
Mr. Thompson’s question reminded her of her marriage to Ethan in her past life, which had only existed in name.
Ethan hadn’t touched her after they had gotten married, and the way he looked at her had been cold and mocking.
She didn’t understand what she had done wrong, or why Ethan seemed to have become a different person.
Later…
Encouraged by her mother-in-law, she had finally taken the initiative.
But just as she had tiptoed and was about to find Ethan’s lips, he had poured cold water on her, sneering, “What’s wrong, Miss Thompson? Are you that desperate?”
She had run back to her room in tears.
Ethan hadn’t followed her to comfort her.
And for the next two weeks, she hadn’t seen Ethan at all.
And from that day on, she had never taken another step towards Ethan.
She had her pride.
“Why are you crying?” Mr. Thompson sighed softly, finally resting his forehead against Emily’s.
He pressed against her, gently nuzzling.
His deep hazel eyes met her tearful gaze, staring at her from close range.
Mr. Thompson wasn’t actually afraid of Emily’s tears.
After all, from the day Emily had moved into the Thompson household, she had gotten used to using her tears to get Mr. Thompson to do what she wanted.
It had always worked.
Over time, Mr. Thompson had come to see her tears as a kind of coquettish, small act of love, a way of asking him to comfort her.
“Mr. Thompson, please don’t be mad at me. I really…” Emily’s hand hurt, and her heart hurt. She shouldn’t unleash the grievances she had suffered in her past life when there were other people around.
But now, it was just her and Mr. Thompson.
It was her Mr. Thompson, the one who had always been her family.
“Don’t abandon me…” Emily couldn’t help but hug Mr. Thompson tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck and choking back sobs.
Mr. Thompson’s body stiffened slightly.
But the spark that had just been ignited was completely extinguished.
He raised his arms and slowly embraced the crying girl.
His arms tightened around her.
“I will never abandon you, Emily,” Mr. Thompson said softly, tilting his head slightly and pressing a gentle kiss to her hair, without her knowing.
She was his rib.
He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, abandon her.
He didn’t know where her fear came from.
“You’re lying…” Emily trembled, clinging to him even tighter.
In her past life, he had clearly abandoned her.
She knew it was her fault, that she had argued with him for Ethan’s sake and had even used self-harm to force him to agree to her marriage to Ethan.
But… he had really just disappeared…
Like he had evaporated into thin air.
Until the day she died, she hadn’t seen him again.
At the moment of her death, she had wanted to see him again, to apologize to him, to tell him: I was wrong.
“…” Mr. Thompson could hear the immense resentment and hurt in the girl’s words, “You’re lying.”
He wouldn’t dare to say that he had never lied to her.
But he really wouldn’t abandon her.
Even if she fell in love with another man, even if he wanted to kill that man, he would ultimately restrain himself.
She just didn’t love him. What was wrong with that?
“You’ve shed so many tears. What do you want me to agree to?” Mr. Thompson was used to Emily making a request after she had cried all over him.
Emily slowly pulled back from Mr. Thompson’s arms, biting her lower lip.
What did she want…
“I don’t want to sleep tonight,” Emily said carefully, looking into Mr. Thompson’s eyes. The darkness was too deep, and she quickly averted her gaze.
The air around Mr. Thompson grew cold.
Didn’t want to sleep? Was the next sentence – I want to go see Ethan?
“Continue,” he said, his voice icy.
“Mr. Thompson, will you watch a movie with me on the sofa tonight, please?” Emily didn’t dare to sleep, afraid that she would wake up and discover that her rebirth had just been a beautiful dream.
Maybe she shouldn’t sleep.
If it really was a beautiful dream, she wanted it to last a little longer.
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