At that moment, Liam noticed the complicated look on Emma's face. He frowned slightly but remained resolute. "I'm not signing it. You're dreaming."
He turned and walked back to the bedroom, slowly preparing to put on his shirt.
Emma hurried after him, her voice persistent in his ear. "Why, Liam? We're getting divorced in a year anyway. You don't actually intend to have a real relationship with me, do you?"
Was that why he refused?
No, that didn't make sense. Liam clearly didn't have any real feelings for her. If he just wanted a woman, with his generous conditions, he wouldn't be short of options, right?
"What's the matter? Are you so sure you won't fall in love with me within a year?" Liam's face was cold as he buttoned his shirt one by one.
A chill ran down Emma's spine. This guy was determined to make her nervous.
"But Liam, I won't sleep with someone I don't love. The contract has to be signed. I don't care anymore."
If it really came down to it, Emma was ready to fight. Her face hardened, showing she wasn't afraid of anything.
"Isn't it true that love grows with time? If you don't give me a chance to 'grow,' how can I develop feelings?"
...
This shameless jerk actually said something so outrageous.
That's not what I meant at all. Okay?
Liam, do your employees know you have such a twisted sense of humor?
Emma was so furious she couldn't speak for a long time. She paused, looked down, and said, "Anyway, I don't care. If you don't sign it, we'll get a divorce tomorrow. After tonight, we'll go our separate ways."
"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly..."
Liam had been buttoning his shirt slowly. The moment she said that, he stopped, his gaze turning icy cold. A nameless fire burned in his chest.
Emma, "..." I mean, if you don't agree, we'll leave... "
Before she could finish the word "marriage," Emma felt the world spin. "Ah! What are you doing, Liam?"
Then he picked her up and threw her heavily onto the bed.
He pinned her body tightly, his hand gripping her chin, forcing her to face him.
His cold, thin lips pressed directly against Emma's soft lips, then he bit down hard.
Emma tried to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Liam's powerful tongue invaded, dominating hers.
Liam breathed heavily, venting his frustration.
He had already warned Emma not to mention the word "divorce," but it seemed she never listened.
Although Emma was trapped, she refused to give in. Whenever she had the chance, she bit Liam's tongue and lips. Soon, the taste of blood filled her mouth.
She had actually bitten Liam.
But Liam ignored her resistance, enduring the pain. His hands trembled slightly as he suddenly reached for Emma's thigh, lifting her long nightgown.
Then he tore off his shirt, which he hadn't even finished putting on, and threw it heavily to the ground. His upper body was completely bare.
Emma's last line of defense was destroyed. Her soft skin pressed tightly against Liam's rough body.
Liam held her firmly, his hands roaming restlessly over her.
Emma was terrified. She tried to push him away, but her strength was useless against his.
She couldn't help but choke and gasp. At that moment, her mind went completely blank.
Liam roughly tore at her lips, then kissed her earlobe, her fragrant shoulder, her collarbone...
Just as he was about to take the next step...
"It's so late, you two aren't up yet?" Sophia pushed the door open and said loudly.
Then she saw the two of them on the bed.
Liam wasn't wearing a shirt, and Emma's nightgown was lifted to her chest, revealing her long, pale legs.
As a witness, Sophia didn't mean to intrude.
She took one look and immediately stepped back, slamming the door shut.
She hesitated outside the door for a moment. "Well, it's okay. It's still early. You're not in a hurry..."
Then she quietly walked to the kitchen.
Liam was clearly stunned. Was this mother-in-law an undercover agent? Every time he was about to do something, she appeared. Wasn't she sabotaging him?
How could he continue? How was he supposed to continue? Damn it!
Liam finally let go of the woman beneath him, his hands resting on Emma's shoulders. "Are you still getting a divorce, wife?"
Emma saw that he had released her. She immediately folded her arms across her chest and nodded four or five times in a row. "I won't say it, I swear. I won't say the word 'divorce' anymore..."