What exactly is Lady Williams?
She's not rare. Not at all.
At this moment, Emma just wanted to know the truth.
She needed to know if Liam was what she thought he was.
It was impossible to keep moving forward just because of a marriage certificate.
Or a contract without any legal protection.
"Liam, is it really just because I'm your wife in name that you do all this?"
Emma finally couldn't hold back and asked.
It took her a long time to get those words out.
Emma was straightforward. She said what she thought, liked what she liked.
If she didn't like something, she didn't make excuses.
After hearing this, Liam couldn't help but sneer.
What was going on now?
How could she ask such a simple question?
She was the one with the most cleverness.
She was the one who treated him like a fool.
She was the one who made the contract!
And now?
Emma asked such a shameless question.
Did he have to answer it?
"Yes, I saved you because you're my wife. That's all."
Liam bit down hard on the last four words.
That's all.
A little more disdain crept onto Liam's cold face. He thought of that hateful skirt, and his brows tightened again. "Emma, otherwise... what do you think I'm doing this for?"
Because he was worried?
Because he cared?
Or... because he liked her?
Liam would never say those words. He didn't, he wouldn't, and he certainly wouldn't mention them.
When she heard Liam's reply, she was inevitably disappointed, but she didn't show it easily. She just said, "No... it's nothing."
Maybe she was too sensitive. Her touch, her sight, her hearing...
There were cognitive errors.
She felt, saw, and heard Liam... it couldn't be like this.
Emma thought she could completely ignore Liam's attitude. No matter how ugly his words were or how cold his expression was, she could accept it.
Because what Liam did today was enough to move her for a long time.
But the result wasn't like that.
God knows how desperate she felt when she heard Liam's reply. It was like a bucket of cold water, dousing Emma's eager heart completely.
In the end, she became a lonely fish in an aquarium, and what she wanted to say turned into countless bubbles.
She thought too much.
Although she was very moved, very grateful.
Emma bit her lip and was about to say something else. But she turned her head and saw that Liam had closed his eyes, his long eyelashes resting. He seemed to be asleep?
She leaned over and whispered, "Liam..."
There was no response.
He was really asleep.
But Emma couldn't sleep anymore.
A few days ago, because Elijah gave her a bracelet, Liam was cold and distant.
Today, when she felt like they were about to make up, Liam said that.
It seemed like... the knot between her and Liam was doomed.
But Emma was still a little unwilling. No matter what Liam said, he had helped her so much.
For whatever reason, Liam did his best to help her.
What about her?
Shouldn't she also do her duty well? The reputation of Mrs. Williams wasn't so easy to maintain.
Moreover, as everyone knew, the Milan Fashion House press conference was the most important project of the entire Pinnacle Corporation. Since she wanted to participate, she must not disgrace Liam.
Consider it a reward for Liam taking care of her for such a long time.
Emma secretly made up her mind. She had to perform well this time.
It was called courtesy requires a return of visits received.
She turned off the light, let out a long sigh, and finally fell asleep.
In the morning, the first ray of sunlight streamed into the bedroom. Emma slowly opened her eyes, looked out the window, and then looked at the sleeping man beside her.
It felt like the first time.
Since moving into Liam's house, every morning when Emma woke up, Liam was already doing morning exercises in the garden.
But today... Liam was still asleep and didn't want to wake up.
Emma gently climbed up, walked barefoot to the bedroom's glass door, opened a corner of the curtain, and looked at the weather outside. Although it was autumn, the temperature in the city wasn't too cold. The warm morning light fell on her shoulders, accompanied by bursts of autumn wind.
Emma's mood unconsciously improved.
It was really a good day.
Emma looked back at Liam. He was sleeping soundly.
It was obvious that yesterday's blood draw had really taken a toll on him.
She raised her toes and was about to walk to the bathroom when suddenly the bedroom door rang. "Master, Madam, are you up? The master said the whole family will get up early today..."
Charlotte's clear voice rang out at the door.
Emma's first reaction was to look at Liam.
Sleepy, he was obviously awakened by Charlotte's knock on the door, and his face was still so gloomy.
"Oh, I see, Charlotte... We'll be down in a minute," Emma said as she opened the door.
At this time, Liam also opened the quilt, exposing his upper body, while his lower body was wearing grey sports pajamas.
He took a look at Charlotte at the door and the box in her hand. His face turned a little colder.
"Madam, someone sent this to you. Open it and have a look?" Charlotte's eyes were full of expectation. Surely the madam would like such a nice dress?
"What is it?"
Emma reached for the box and felt that the packaging was familiar.
She took it apart and found out it was the dress that Isabella had given her.
She had clearly refused this gift. How could Isabella send it directly to her home?
Emma looked down at the dress, and the message: Back to the past?
The past?
Her past with Isabella?
Think about it carefully. Actually, before meeting Noah, their relationship was really good. Emma always took care of her like a real sister.
But since she knew that Isabella had stolen her fiancé and torn their relationship apart.
Emma never thought of any more involvement with Isabella.
She didn't know what Isabella was thinking. Was it just to thank her for telling Liam not to fire her?
That wasn't a big gift, was it?
Wasn't Isabella saying that this dress was specially designed by the most famous designer in the city? It must be expensive, wasn't it?
So, giving gifts... what could Emma think?
The weasel pays New Year's greetings to the chicken. It's very kind.