Love in the Abyss

invite disaster

Emily Stone was in a state of panic and had just breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly realized that she was being held tightly around the waist by a strange man.

"Ahhhhh ......" she cried out in panic. Growing up, except for her brother, she had never been held so intimately by a man ...... let alone this man - Xander Blackwood.

Xander Blackwood's face suddenly fell, he reached out with his other hand and quickly covered Emily Stone's mouth, "Shut up! Scream my ass! You're a strange woman! Normal people would instinctively scream in fear when they fall, but you're good, you didn't scream when you fell, but now you start screaming!" His words were tinged with impatience, but with a hint of sarcasm.

Emily Stone stammered, "You, you, you ...... let go first."

Xander Blackwood raised an eyebrow and a thought suddenly popped into his head as he saw her suspicious expression, "Hey, you're not yelling because I'm holding your waist, are you?" The corner of his mouth twitched as he saw the woman in his arms instantly turn a slight shade of red, "....... That seems to be the case."

A flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes and he smiled mischievously, "Hey woman, you've never been hugged by a man before, have you?"

Emily Stone froze, slightly at a loss for words as Xander Blackwood's eyes scanned her face, a smirk growing at the corners of his mouth. A strange twinge of interest struck him at the sight of her slightly reddened ears. He continued to deepen the power in his hands, deliberately tightening his grip.

Emily Stone felt the pressure around her waist increase and her entire face instantly turned red. She froze and looked at Xander Blackwood with both shyness and a hint of panic in her heart. This man obviously didn't take her seriously, and she had never imagined that she would have such mixed feelings in such a situation.

Just then, Xander Blackwood looked a bit pleased with himself, and his palm pinched her waist hard again.Emily Stone felt a wave of discomfort, and couldn't help but struggle, trying to push him away, "What are you doing!"

Xander Blackwood looked at her with a stunned expression, "Your waist ......" He looked at Emily Stone with confusion in his eyes. That touch had given him a sensation far beyond what he had expected before - it wasn't the waist of any woman he was familiar with. Compared to the women he'd dated, Emily Stone's waist seemed too slender, almost as if he could only encircle most of it with one hand.

"You ......" Xander Blackwood opened his mouth several times to say something, but then froze, suddenly realizing that he was trapped by Emily Stone's reaction. He felt a little overwhelmed by the look of pain and forced composure in her eyes.

Without giving him another chance, Emily Stone violently pushed Xander Blackwood away, turned and ran. Her pace was fast, but extremely limp, and she fell as soon as her feet gave out. Ignoring the pain of her fall, she desperately grabbed the wall and ran as far away from Xander Blackwood as she could.

Her thoughts were a jumble, her mind like a huge wave rolling over her. The feeling of having the most disgusting things discovered by a stranger almost suffocated her. She used to think that after she got out of prison, she would live a normal life, eat something, have a place to sleep, live independently, save some money, go to Erhai to see the crystal clear lake, and never want to be caught up in the past again.

However, it seemed that life didn't give her that chance again and again. Every time, she couldn't hide from the shadows of the past.

Xander Blackwood stood still, complex emotions flickering in his eyes. Instinctively, he wanted to go and help her, but every time he took a step, the woman ran forward desperately as if being chased by a ghost, leaning against the wall and half dragging her body in an incomparable mess.

He slowed his steps helplessly, the complex emotions in his heart growing stronger.

Elysian Club Box 606 Emily Stone knocked on the door, pushed it open and entered.

As soon as she entered the box, she noticed that the atmosphere inside was unusually strange. Under the dim light, several men sat on the sofa, with a few female models standing beside them, the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing and ambiguous.

Only one pure-looking girl stood in front of the crystal table, seemingly waiting for something.

Emily Stone recognized her immediately - it was Chloe Winters, who lived in the same dormitory as her and was also a student at S University.

"Sister Emily Stone ......" Chloe Winters suddenly called out to her with a crying voice, and Emily Stone froze, her whole body instantly tensing.

Seven or eight pairs of eyes in the box immediately focused on her, Emily Stone's heart tightened and she said stiffly, "I'm the cleaner who was called downstairs to clean. As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice revealed its rough gauntlet.

Several of the people in the box were clearly a little uncomfortable with her voice, and their eyebrows furrowed.

Emily Stone had been working at Elysian for three months and had long since learned the importance of saying less and doing more. She was just a janitor, and even if someone took offense to her voice, they wouldn't really do anything to her. However, Chloe Winters obviously didn't understand that, and interfering in such matters would, I'm afraid, lead to unnecessary trouble.

Emily Stone hung her head, walked past Chloe Winters, and headed for the box's washroom. There were specialized cleaning tools that could do her job effectively without disturbing the aesthetics of the box.

Mop in hand, bucket in hand, she emerged from the washroom and continued her work.

Emily Stone kept her head down, concentrating on the cleaning, ignoring the occasional pleading looks that Chloe Winters threw her way. Three years in prison had taught her not to be a blind hero and to know where she stood. She'd never been a savior; it was a luxury to be able to help others, and if she wasn't careful, she could lead herself into an abyss.

She is not Chloe Winters, although her family is poor, Chloe Winters still has parents, there are still college studies to rely on, but she Emily Stone is different, she was in prison, now she is just a reformer.

She's nothing, she can't even stand up to the wind, let alone do anything to help. She knows she can't take on responsibilities that aren't hers.

"Sing this song and you may go." The man in the box said coldly to Chloe Winters.

Emily Stone quietly looked up to see Chloe Winters biting her lip, shame written all over her face, "I don't ...... ," she whispered her refusal as if it was a humiliation to herself.

Emily Stone's heart tightened and she unconsciously reached out to grab the mop, but accidentally dragged the mop past Chloe Winters shoes.Chloe Winters was startled and instantly forgot what she had just said and her eyes turned to Emily Stone.

Emily Stone quickly looked up and hastily apologized, "Sorry I dragged it over your shoes.

This unintentional hiccup, in turn, attracted the sideways glances of several men in the box. Their glances carried a sense of scrutiny and contempt.

Emily Stone only heard Chloe Winters whisper indignantly, "I'm not a model or a box-office princess! I don't sing! I'm just a waitress who serves tea!" There was undisguised anger in her voice.

Emily Stone's heart sank with remorse and she wanted to slap herself. She knew there were things she couldn't help, but she interfered.Chloe Winters' choice Emily Stone had no way of knowing, but if it was her Emily Stone, she would never insult these gentlemen just because of a song.The VIP rooms at the Elysian were all of high status, how could they tolerate a small waiter disrespecting them?

If Chloe Winters refused to show them face, how could these men let her go so easily? Emily Stone knew that Chloe Winters' stubbornness could put her in an even more dangerous situation.

These gentlemen are used to seeing all kinds of women, Chloe Winters looks simple, beautiful, and by all rights, only need to sing a song, such a request is actually to give her a step down. Of course, if she sang the song obediently and was able to leave, the Cockneys would not give her any more trouble.

It seemed as if she had helped Chloe Winters for nothing and instead had attracted more attention and sidelong glances from the men in the box.

Emily Stone's heart was afraid for a while:** Hurry up and clean up, hurry up and go! **She knew in her heart that every second she stayed in this place was full of variables. She had just helped Chloe Winters, but if she offended the guests in the box, she would not be able to escape herself. It would be better to leave this box as soon as possible to avoid more trouble.

But suddenly, a voice sounded amused, "Yo? Noble?" This voice was filled with cynical flirtation, "You refuse to sing? Fine, drink that bottle of wine on the table and you can leave too."

Emily Stone's heart tightened as she knew this was not a good sign. She heard Chloe Winters reply firmly, "I don't drink! I'm not an escort!"

"Heh heh heh, no drink?" The man laughed softly, "I'm afraid you can't just say no to that. When you come to work at the Elysian, it doesn't matter if you're a waitress or the cleaning lady's aunt, as long as the customers ask for it, you have to obediently cooperate, don't you?"

Emily Stone's heart sank when she heard the word "cleaning lady" and an uneasy feeling rose in the back of her mind. She quickly turned her head to look at the men, and just as she thought, the premonition came true.

"Hey, over there - yes, that's you! Auntie Cleaner, don't you think?" One of the men's voices was filled with mockery and provocation, pointing directly at Emily Stone.