At that moment, Liam Williams was like a wild beast consumed by raw emotion. His eyes burned with a fierce green light as he stared down at the petite woman beneath him.
Ignoring her resistance, he reached out and began unbuttoning her coat.
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Two.
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Seeing that she was about to be stripped bare by him, Emma Johnson was on the verge of tears, trembling with fear.
Suddenly, a thought struck her. She remembered what Liam had said that morning. "Liam, let me go. Don't you remember what you said? About the one-year agreement?"
"And so? Is that your excuse to keep me from touching you?" Liam continued his actions without a care.
"No, I mean... I'm never going to fall in love with you anyway. So we're still getting a divorce after a year. What you're doing now is even more pointless, isn't it?"
What?
She wouldn't fall in love with him? She actually said that?
Liam froze, stunned. "Why? Do you still have that Noah Taylor in your heart?"
"Yes, I can't forget him. So I can never fall in love with you. Even though we're married... I still can't have anything to do with you."
Emma saw him lying motionless on top of her, so she gently pushed his chest and sat up.
It was the truth. At least for now, she truly couldn't accept anyone else.
Maybe she could fool everyone around her, but she couldn't fool her own heart.
So that was it.
Liam finally heard her truth. Yes, they were just husband and wife.
Emma had another man in her heart. What about him?
Did Liam really want to get married?
He just wanted to get close to Emma and find out the man behind her.
In that case, why couldn't he stop himself from wanting to do something to her?
"Hmph. Fine." Liam let out a cold snort. "You're right. I was being too forward. My apologies."
A trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, making Emma feel as if the air around her had turned icy cold.
Sigh. Now that things had come to this, she might as well lay all her cards on the table.
Emma straightened her clothes, got up, and took out a pen and a piece of white paper from her bag.
She looked at Liam. "I've been thinking. To avoid affecting our respective lives during this year, I think it's necessary for us to sign a contract. What do you think, Liam?"
"If you think it's a good idea, I don't mind..."
"I'll write it first. If you agree with it, sign it, and we'll follow the contract."
"Fine. Whatever you say..."
How could this matter be handled so casually?
To put it bluntly, it was about whether two adult men and women should sleep together or not.
Was Liam just going to let her off? But she couldn't just...
Although this man was her husband in name, it was only in name.
Emma didn't think too much about it. She lay down on the bed and began to write.
Liam also got up, took his bathrobe, and went to the bathroom. His deep eyes never looked at her again.
I don't know how long it took, but Liam finally came out after a long time.
By then, Emma had already fallen asleep, lying on her stomach.
Liam crept to her side and gently covered her with the quilt. His eyes accidentally swept over the white paper beside the pillow.
He couldn't help but take a look. Emma's delicate handwriting was printed on it.
It really was a contract.
Liam carefully counted the items on it. There weren't many, but each one seemed to be very specific to him.
However, he was patient enough to read all of them. The contents of the contract were as follows:
Respect each other's private life during the marriage. The man shall not ask the woman for an intimate relationship. The marriage shall not exceed 12 months. Take care of the feelings of both parents during the marriage. Do not interfere in each other's feelings, work, and life. Do not interfere with each other's affairs. It seemed that Emma had really learned how to use a contract to protect her personal safety.
But how could Liam easily do what she wanted?
Just as he was thinking about it, the phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up.
It was a text message from Alexander Wilson. "The target codenamed 'Fox Hunt' may appear soon. Captain, be careful."
Liam didn't reply. He just sat by the bed and closed his eyes. He hoped that all his efforts would bear fruit this time. He also hoped that this woman could help him lead out the target behind her.
Liam's eyes looked at Emma's sleeping face. For a moment, Liam actually hoped that she had nothing to do with that person.
However, if that were the case, they would probably never have a chance to capture the target codenamed 'Cheetah.'
Faced with justice and selfishness, Liam had no more choice.
Thinking like this, a little more tenderness appeared in his eyes.
Emma Johnson, are you good or bad?
So far, he still wasn't sure. There wasn't enough evidence to show that she and 'Fox Hunt' were in the same group. Just a photo and a few letters wouldn't make him easily regard her as a suspect.
But he also had no evidence to prove what the relationship was between Emma and 'Fox Hunt.'