Liam Williams held back for a long time. Truth be told, he really wanted to shove this infuriating woman down and teach her a proper lesson.
But his in-laws were right there. Of course, he had to play the role of the perfect son-in-law.
Hmph!
But Emma Johnson, did you really think you could escape tonight?
Liam's dark expression vanished instantly, replaced by a smile as he rubbed Emma's forehead. "It's fine, sweetheart. I just got a little water on me. I've swallowed plenty of your saliva before—getting sprayed is nothing!"
This...
Sophia and James Johnson were speechless.
Do these two really have no sense of the occasion? Is it appropriate to act like this in front of the elders?
Still, Sophia felt pleased inside. Her son-in-law had such a good temper. She was sure Liam must be angry.
Emma was stunned by Liam's unusual behavior. What?
What's going on? This isn't how the script was supposed to go!
Based on her understanding of Liam, he should have jumped up by now, dragged her into the room, and "disciplined" her in his own unique way.
But what game was Liam playing now?
Was he really holding back just to play the good son-in-law in front of her parents?
"Let's eat first, before the food gets cold," James said, seeing that both of them had calmed down.
A meal together could at least temporarily ease the tension.
But honestly, that meal was hard for Emma to swallow.
Thinking about what Liam had done to her last night, a strong premonition crept into her mind.
Tonight, she was going to suffer miserably.
Of course, to make up for her mistakes, Emma tried her best to please Liam.
All for a peaceful night.
"Honey, here are the chicken legs you like. Let me get one for you. Try it."
"Darling, I just tasted some of your favorite ribs. The meat is tender and juicy, not too fatty. You should have more..."
"Sweetheart, I poured you some chicken soup. You've worked so hard. It might be a little hot—let me blow on it for you..."
"..."
Faced with Emma's sudden attentiveness, Liam was delighted. The girl is really scared.
Looks like training her works after all?
But wait—when did he ever say he liked chicken legs? Ribs? What was wrong with those things?
Liam forced a smile and put a piece of meat in his mouth. "Thank you, wife. It seems I'll have to take even better care of you in the future. You're being so good tonight, aren't you?"
Take care? So good?
No matter how dense Emma was, she could hear the hidden meaning in Liam's words, and it made her even more uneasy. "Honey, why don't you go home tonight? If you don't go back for two days, your parents—oh, I mean my parents—must be really worried, right?"
She couldn't let Liam stay home tonight. Her intuition told her this man was very, very dangerous!
"Even if I go home, I'm taking you with me. Besides, it's our wedding day—I don't want you to be alone."
Emma was speechless.
Liam, you're overthinking this, okay?
She didn't want to be in the same room with him at all. Not for one night, not for one minute!
"Weiwei, that's not what I meant. Why do you always want Ah Hao to leave? Your mother has been through this. A couple can't be like you—always pushing your husband away. That's how relationships fall apart. Isn't there a saying? 'Husband and wife fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed.' Don't always act like you're above all that. Ah Hao, we really have nothing but good things to say about you." Sophia couldn't stand seeing her daughter always bullying her son-in-law and couldn't help but speak up for Liam.
Above all that?
Mom, you have no idea what's really going on. Can you please say less?
Emma was completely out of breath. Ever since Liam joined the family, Sophia always took his side and belittled her as if she were worthless.
Emma shot a dark look at Liam sitting beside her.
She really wanted to see through this wolf in sheep's clothing.
Liam's wicked smile was even more unrestrained now, his thick eyebrows dancing as if they were always curved, like the bright crescent moon in the night sky. His fair skin set off his pink lips, his handsome features prominent, his perfect face seemingly always so charming.
If he didn't have a split personality, maybe she would actually like him.
Unfortunately, all his actions proved that Liam suffered from severe schizophrenia.
His acting skills were flawless, switching effortlessly.
In front of Sophia and James, he played the role of a mature, high-quality man—gentle, considerate, and steady.
But in front of Emma, his wolf's tail finally showed. His wildness, his recklessness—it all made Emma want to give up.
Ever since Liam appeared, Emma couldn't relax even during a meal, let alone sleep.
I can't go on like this. I need to think of something.
After dinner, the whole family sat on the sofa watching a variety show, laughing from time to time.
Suddenly, Liam got up and went into the room.
Emma frowned and watched him, then turned her attention back to the TV, not thinking much of it.
Liam walked straight into the bathroom, raised his hand to tidy his messy hair, and looked at himself in the mirror. He parted his lips and practiced a smile.
No, that's too fake. Emma will say I'm not sincere enough.
Oh my God! President Liam, always decisive and ruthless, a senior colonel in the army, actually practicing how to smile.
It was ridiculous when he thought about it. Wasn't it just a gift he was going to give later? Why was he so nervous?
Was it because this was the first time he'd given a gift to a girl, so he felt awkward?
Frowning slightly, Liam looked at himself in the mirror and opened his lips again. Oh, damn, that looks stupid!
Just then—
"What are you doing?"
Damn, I was so focused on practicing my smile that I didn't even notice when Emma appeared behind me.
Liam turned around, a little flustered. "Nothing... I was just washing my hands."
When did she come in? Did she see what I was doing?
"Nothing? You were grinning at yourself in the mirror. Did you think I didn't see?" Emma blurted out without thinking.
Liam was speechless.
She saw it after all. I never thought I'd have this day.
"Liam, have you lost your mind? Standing in front of the mirror grinning like that—should I call a mental hospital to see if they'll take you?"
How could Emma miss the chance to mock him?