kiss her
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"Sister Emily Stone, what do you want to do when you get out of prison?"
"I want to go to Serene Lake."
"Serene Lake is beautiful, clear, and clean. The water birds there are beautiful, the fish and shrimp in Serene Lake are fresh, the sky is bluer, the water is clearer, and even the sun is warmer than in this city."
"I will work hard and make a lot of money and go there and open a small bed and breakfast. I don't want to make money, I just want to look at Serene Lake every day and watch the tide rise and fall. I don't want fame and fortune, just days when I can eat enough and occasionally watch the backpackers come and go and go and go.
"Sister Emily Stone, I seem to be dying ...... What am I to do? I haven't had a chance to see the beauty of Serene Lake ......"
It was a voice that Emily Stone could never forget in her life, like a dying lament with endless regret and reluctance. She held the girl in her arms, warming her already cold body with her remaining body heat.
In her dying moments, the girl in her arms smiled faintly, her clear eyes with a hint of thirst, looking through the narrow barred window of the prison at the corner of the sky outside.
"Sister Emily Stone, actually ....... I have never been to Serene Lake."
"All those beautiful pictures I've seen on TV, in newspapers and magazines ...... I know that even if I got out of prison, I wouldn't have the money to go to Serene Lake, let alone open a tiny bed and breakfast."
"I just want to have this dream before I die ...... that will never come true ......"
And she's gone. With unfulfilled dreams, with untouched freedom, with untouched Serene Lake sunshine ...... leaving this world forever.
Memories, still like a dull knife, carving raw pain from the heart.
Emily Stone s corner of the eye did not know when a piece of wetness, she quietly reached out her hand, wiping away the tear. Her fingertips accidentally touched the left side of her back - where empty, less than normal people have the same organ.
Because of this, she could not drink.
She had to live.
The debts she owed, she couldn't pay!
The sins she had committed, not yet atoned for!
NO! She could not die yet!
Emily Stone raised her head and looked at Damien Blackwood, her voice low but firm: "Mr. Damien, I'll do anything you want as long as you don't let me drink."
Anything?
The man's falcon-like black eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his mouth slowly forming a smile, dangerous and cold: "How can I do that?"
Emily Stone Jane family's big miss, once how proud and confident, now will even say these four words?
He would like to see to what extent she could actually be humble.
"As long as you don't drink." Emily Stone spoke again, her tone firm.
Damien Blackwood let out a light laugh, a hint of sarcasm sweeping across the bottom of his eyes, his fingers moved slightly, his fingertips flicked, and along with a crisp ringing of his fingers, a silhouette slowly stepped out of a dimly lit corner, "Sir."
It was a man in a black suit, inches tall, sharp and capable, standing respectfully, his head slightly bowed.
Emily Stone looked at Damien Blackwood in disbelief, and on the man's handsome face, bathed in golden light, a wild smile slowly blossomed, and he parted his thin lips slightly, "Kiss him.
Emily Stone's gaze followed his finger and landed on the black-clad bodyguard's face, and in the next second, her eyes snapped wide open - He told her to ...... kiss that bouncer?
"What? Can't you do it?" Damien Blackwood's voice teased, "Either drink or ...... start your act right here."
"Wow."
A tub of icy water poured over her head, Emily Stone's entire body instantly frozen stiff, her hair wet against her cheeks, the cold seeping along her skin into her bone marrow, and her ears buzzing. She tilted her head back and stared blankly at the man sitting on the couch - What did he say?
Perform?
Oh ...... he wanted her to act like a windswept woman in the red dust, acting out a reckless kissing scene in front of the audience?
She puckered her lips slowly.
It turned out their first kiss ...... could be that cheap.
Even though her feelings for him had long since turned into fear and were buried in the deepest grave of her heart, there was still an uncontrollable surge of hard pain.
She slowly looked at Damien Blackwood, no more love or hate in her eyes, only despair too thick to melt.
Damien Blackwood pleasurably admired the desperation in her eyes.
Would this woman ...... really agree to such a ridiculous request?
Wine and kisses, any woman would choose the former, right?
Not to mention that she was once the eldest Miss of the Jane family.
That big Jane Family Miss who was so proud.
"Is it possible ...... to change one?" She asked in a low voice, her voice trembling slightly.
This was her first kiss.
It might be insignificant in his eyes, but it was ...... important to her.
She didn't want to lose it.
She had nothing left, at least ...... this little bit of remaining self-respect, could it be left to her?
Damien Blackwood raised his wine glass, tilted it down, and coldly puckered his lips, "You are not qualified to bargain with me."
"Good."
Emily Stone stood woodenly as a sharp pain shot through her legs and she stumbled, almost falling to the floor. She slapped her thighs several times to ease the numb meridians before taking a step toward the black-clad bodyguard.
"Sister Emily Stone ......"
In the corner, Chloe Winters couldn't help but open her mouth, her eyes full of remorse, but she was met with a cold stare from Ethan Clarke on the side, and she could only bite her lips tightly to hold back her tears.
Emily Stone stood in front of the black-clad bodyguard, took a deep breath, and slowly raised her hand to rest on his shoulder.
She looked calm, but only the bodyguard could feel that her hand was trembling.
On tiptoe, her pitiful white lips came a little closer ......
"Huh? It's you? Why haven't you left yet?"
The sudden voice instantly froze the atmosphere of the entire box.
Everyone looked at the door.
A tall man stood there, his hands casually in his pockets, watching the scene with an apparent smile.
Emily Stone froze for a moment and slowly turned her head, "It's you ......"
Ethan Clarke raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Emily Stone, then looked at the person in the doorway and smiled meaningfully, "Yo, Xander Blackwood, so you know her?"
Damien Blackwood's gaze also fell on Xander Blackwood, a hint of darkness sweeping across the bottom of his eyes.
Xander Blackwood walked in with a smile on his face, watching Emily Stone's movements, his tone carrying a few hints of mockery, "Strange, I've only been gone for a while and this box has become so alive?"
He stares at Emily Stone and blinks, "What's going on here?"
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