Emma Johnson wanted to struggle free.
But at that moment, she seemed to feel Noah Taylor's deep sorrow. After a moment's thought, she raised her hand, then gently lowered it again.
Well, it's just a final hug before we part.
Inside the red BMW, Isabella Miller gripped the steering wheel tightly with her slender, pale fingers.
Jealousy blazed in her murderous gaze, fixed on the two people.
That shameless woman, Emma Johnson, was secretly holding onto her man, Isabella's man, and now they were actually embracing?
The coldness in her heart grew stronger and stronger.
In that instant, Isabella only knew how much pain she felt, and how much she hated Emma Johnson in her heart!
You said you weren't cheating?
You said you weren't seducing Noah?
Bullshit!
Isabella fought the urge to get out of the car and slap Emma across the face.
Instead, she pulled her phone from her bag and snapped several photos.
Emma Johnson, since you're so ruthless, don't blame me for being heartless.
The hug wasn't long, just a few seconds, but to Emma, it felt like an eternity.
To be honest, she was terrified right now. Ever since she became Mrs. Liam Williams, she had gotten used to a certain way of life.
As long as she was in public, she would never have overly close contact with other men. If she wasn't careful, she'd be on the front page of every newspaper in the city in a minute, and her life would reach its peak instantly.
Besides, Liam was a man who valued his pride, was hot-tempered, and loved his reputation.
Emma didn't dare to mess around at all.
"Noah, if there's nothing else, I should go back first. It won't be good if I'm too late," Emma whispered.
She had said everything that needed to be said, and everything that shouldn't be said.
Now, there was no need for them to keep lingering.
So, let's call it a day.
"I'll take you home. It's getting late," Noah said, looking at her with affection. If he could, he truly wished he could be with Emma forever.
"No, I'll go back by myself. Goodbye." Afraid he would insist on driving her home, Emma turned on her heel and walked away as soon as the words left her mouth.
"Goodbye, Emma..."
His deep, sorrowful voice came from behind her.
Emma didn't turn around. With her back to Noah, she simply raised her hand and waved.
Like a scene from a movie, she left cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation.
She finally felt relieved.
Noah didn't leave until her figure disappeared from his sight, his eyes still fixed on the corner where she had vanished.
When Emma dragged her tired body back to the Williams' home, she saw Liam sitting alone on the beige sofa in the living room, watching TV as soon as she walked in.
"I'm back, Liam. Why do you have time to watch TV today? Didn't you say you had to work overtime tonight?"
Emma remembered clearly. He had called her at noon, saying he would be working late tonight.
That's why she had asked Olivia Davis to come out for coffee.
How did he get back earlier than her?
"Well... I finished working overtime. What about you? Coming back now? Don't you know I've been waiting for you for a long time?" His tone was as cold as ever.
Emma felt a little guilty being asked that. "Oh, well... Olivia and I went out for a stroll, so I came back late."
But wait, did he just say he was waiting for her?
"What were you waiting for me for? Do you have something to say?" Emma asked in a low voice.
Liam's face didn't look very good. He stood up, straightened his collar, and said faintly, "I'm taking you somewhere. Let's go, or it'll be too late."
Liam got up from the sofa and walked over to Emma. He saw that she looked haggard and displeased.
Is this how you look after coming back from shopping?
Didn't you have enough money to buy what you liked?
"Where to? Do we have to go tonight? I'm a little tired..." Emma was still feeling a bit down because of what had just happened with Noah.
Not sad, not happy.
"We have to go tonight. The day after tomorrow is our wedding. Didn't you say we were going to see the wedding dress?"
Hadn't she mentioned that last time?
To see the wedding dress together. For the sake of her little request, Liam, who was very busy, had finally taken some time to accompany her to the wedding dress shop.
But what about Emma?
She came back so late, making him wait for a long time.
And look at her, didn't she want to go?
This made Liam a little angry.
"It's the wedding dress... Then wait for me a moment, and I'll change my clothes..." No matter what, going to a wedding dress shop, she should dress decently.
"No need, it won't take long anyway. Matthew, go get the car." Liam glanced at Emma, his expression slightly angry.
As Liam walked to the entrance, Charlotte leaned over and said, "Madam, can I come with you too? I want to see it. Besides, I can help you, right? I heard wearing a wedding dress is very complicated." This little girl, did she just want to go?
No matter how complicated the wedding dress was, someone in the store would help you put it on, okay?
Emma was rendered helpless by the girl and had to nod her head.
"Alright, let's go together."
"Madam, you are so kind to me." Charlotte's eyes narrowed into slits when she smiled. With her around, at least Emma wouldn't have to face Liam's iceberg face all the time.
And so, they got into Liam's black SUV. Charlotte sat in the passenger seat.
Emma and Liam sat in the back, as usual.
At least, when Liam saw Charlotte hop into the car, he looked a little surprised.
He looked at the woman beside him. Their eyes met, and her clear, incomparable eyes were full of a mischievous glint.
Liam...
"Tomorrow night, have your parents come over. Before the wedding, the old man wants to meet them." Liam's voice came from above her head.
"Oh, okay. I haven't seen my parents in a long time. I miss them so much."
Getting married, meeting parents, looking at wedding dresses... and so on. This series of things seemed like it should make a girl explode with happiness, right?
But Emma's mood at the moment was only complicated.
Seeing their parents meant they were going to start acting again.
Playing the part of being in love wasn't something everyone could do well.
Alas.
She was suffering, but she didn't know who to talk to.
One step at a time.
Why is life so difficult?
She had to find a proud and charming man to be her husband, and then act!
Her life was too colorful.
Twenty minutes later.
Mona Lisa Wedding Dress Shop.
As soon as they entered, they were greeted by two pretty shop assistants. "Welcome to Mona Lisa, Mr. Williams. Good evening. Good evening, Madam."
"Mm-hmm..." The sound seemed to come from his nose.
It seemed he was so indifferent to everyone, without a smile.
Would he lose a piece of meat or something if he smiled?