Though Daniel Taylor was an arrogant man, he wasn't entirely despicable. Even if her mother was desperate to set her up on blind dates, she wouldn't stoop so low as to pick someone like that.
That night, Daniel had truly crossed the line with her, but she also knew that in the end, he wouldn't actually do anything to her. Otherwise, if he were a woman, how could she ever be his match?
Could it be that—
Emma Johnson began to ponder this, her emotions growing confused. She didn't fully catch what was being said after that.
When it was time to say goodbye, she was still lost in thought.
When Liam Williams came home that evening, he was looking forward to eating the wonton noodles Emma had queued up to buy for him. But to his disappointment, he didn't see any wonton noodles.
"What have you been doing all afternoon? Where are my wonton noodles?"
Liam looked at Emma sitting on the sofa, a hint of displeasure in his tone.
Emma looked at Liam seriously, which made him feel inexplicably uneasy.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Did you set up Daniel Taylor?"
Liam was a little surprised. He thought that although he hadn't hidden what he had planned to teach Daniel a lesson, Emma shouldn't have known about it. What's more, it would take two more days to actually teach Daniel a lesson. Although Daniel had been caught up in a scandal these past few days, his plan had never been disrupted.
"How do you know?"
Liam didn't deny it. Emma's eyes were full of disappointment.
She suddenly realized that she didn't know Liam at all. This man was a soldier. But why would he design such a sinister and poisonous scheme? Even if Daniel was truly scum, he shouldn't dirty his own hands.
Because this would only prove that he was no different from Daniel.
"I'm tired. I'm going back to rest. I'll buy you wonton noodles tomorrow."
There was a distance in Emma's tone, which made Liam feel very uncomfortable. But it was just Daniel. Was she angry about what happened that night and minded him teaching him a lesson?
Liam's heart became unhappy. He grabbed Emma's hand and pulled her back to his side. His deep eyes fixed on Emma.
"Why aren't you happy?"
"I just don't think there's any difference between you and Daniel Taylor."
Emma's tone was very light. Liam's grip on her slender wrist suddenly tightened. Emma felt the pain but endured it without saying a word. In this way, she looked at Liam and refused to soften.
"Emma Johnson, so this is what I am in your heart. Fine, I understand."
After a moment, Liam threw Emma's wrist aside and said with a cold smile.
Emma felt as if her heart had been hit hard by something, and she couldn't speak because of the pain. Finally, she turned around and went back to the room as fast as she could, leaving Liam alone in the living room.
Closing the door, she looked at the faint green mark on her wrist and knew that her words must have provoked Liam. Otherwise, he wouldn't have exerted so much force. Even so, he hadn't used very much force, otherwise her wrist would have been broken.
She knew that she shouldn't have said those words. After all, Liam did it to vent her anger. But she really didn't want Liam to use that kind of means. It was too wrong.
Emma's heart was very conflicted. For a moment, she didn't know how to face Liam.
At dinner, no one saw Emma.
"Where's sister-in-law? Is she changing? The food is getting cold."
Amelia White's pleasant voice carried a hint of displeasure.
"Don't wait for her. She won't come down to eat."
Liam said faintly.
"Brother, you didn't fight, did you?"
Although Amelia asked, she was excited. She wished Emma would divorce Liam tomorrow.
Liam's silence was the best answer.
"If you made Emma angry, don't eat here. Go upstairs and coax her. When will you coax her to be happy? My wife is hungry, but I eat here. It's not the tradition of the Williams family men."
Henry Williams spoke. Amelia was about to defend her elder brother, but Liam had already gotten up and gone upstairs.
"Father, how can you do that? Sister-in-law must have met her friends in the afternoon. It's nothing if she doesn't have dinner. But big brother has been busy in the company all day. Why don't you let him eat? It's not fair."
Amelia was fighting for injustice for Liam, but the old man was still unmoved. Only Amelia sat there in a huff, looking unhappy.
But Liam didn't go to Emma's room. Instead, he went back to his study and took out a box of cigarettes. One by one, he smoked in silence until the smoke in the whole study shrouded.
That night, neither of them fell asleep.
"Sister Wei, what's wrong with you? If you peel it again, you'll be left with only apple flesh."
A cold and delicate hand was on the back of Emma's hand with a fruit knife. The cold touch without temperature made Emma come back to herself. She found that the apple peel had been peeled long ago, and she didn't know how long she had been distracted.
"Oh, I'm sorry. The apple is peeled. Eat it."
Emma handed the apple to Emilia Clark. Emilia took the apple and didn't eat it. She just put it in her hand, looking at Emma with worried eyes.
"Sister Wei, didn't you have a good rest last night? I think the dark circles under your eyes are very serious."
"I'm fine."
Emma said with a forced smile.
"Sister Wei, do you still regard me as a friend? If you have trouble, you can tell me. If you keep it to yourself, you'll get sick."
Emma didn't want to say it, but she couldn't. A simple girl like Emilia would be scared.
"Nothing. You can have a good rest. I'll see you tomorrow."
Emma covered the quilt for Emilia and left her.
Emilia saw that Emma didn't want to say anything. Although she wanted to know, she couldn't force it.
Emma closed the door of the ward and turned around to see a white coat, hands pocketed, Elijah Clark wearing glasses, smiling at her, the corner of his mouth very gentle.
"I can't tell her. What about me when I was a child?"
Emma heard Elijah say so and couldn't help shaking her head and laughing.
"Why are you here? Aren't you in charge of Mayor Vincent Reed's illness recently? It should be very busy."
"No matter how busy I am, I'll come to see you. Since you live in the Williams house, it's very difficult for us to see each other again."
Elijah's aggrieved tone reminded Emma of her childhood. This two-year-old brother always liked to follow him like a little tail. Once she ignored him, he would be aggrieved.
It was really unforgettable to miss the old days.