"Why isn't my son-in-law coming out? Is he still sleeping?" Sophia's face was full of confusion. Liam usually woke up first.
"Mom, I want my husband to sleep a little longer. He must have been tired last night, so don't bother him. I'm going to work now." Emma made up an excuse and rushed to the company before Liam woke up.
Safe for now. Emma had finally escaped.
But now, worry began to creep in. What was she going to do tonight?
Could she sleep at the office? Or go to Olivia's place?
Ah, tough days. Emma couldn't help but sigh. When Liam woke up and didn't see her, he would definitely kill her.
Right now, there was only one question Emma needed to consider: how could she die in a way that looked less pathetic tonight?
Because of last night's hangover, Emma still had a splitting headache. She asked Ava to cancel the morning meeting and instead called the managers of the editorial, photography, and distribution departments to her office to discuss the theme and general direction for the next issue of the magazine.
As the four of them were talking on the sofa, Ava's voice came from outside, "Sir... are you looking for our editor-in-chief? Please wait outside for a moment. The editor-in-chief is in a meeting..."
Before the words were finished, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Emma turned her head and saw the furious Liam. She was so startled that she stood up. The three colleagues beside her also stood up and looked at Liam in confusion.
"I have something to discuss with your editor-in-chief. Please close the door on your way out." Liam's handsome face was dark with anger. He dropped this sentence heavily and walked straight toward Emma.
The three people beside him were also intimidated by Liam's demeanor. They quickly grabbed their things and left, closing the door behind them.
Emma took two steps back, looking at Liam with a mix of fear and innocence. She swallowed hard, then swallowed again, and said weakly, "Liam... why are you here? And what's wrong with your face?"
Damn it!
Emma hadn't dared to look at him closely this morning before slipping out. Now she could see the bruised wound on Liam's forehead and the corner of his mouth...
Had she gotten rough with him last night when she was drunk?
This was bad. Really bad. No wonder Liam hadn't even gone to the company. He had come straight to settle the score with her.
Such a handsome face, and she had beaten it up like this. He was almost disfigured.
She was in deep trouble.
Liam didn't pay attention to her words. He didn't stop until he was only a few centimeters away from Emma's face.
Emma smiled stiffly. Then she leaned back slowly, trying to keep a safe distance from him, and flattered, "Liam, we're both educated people. If you have something to say, let's not use our hands, okay?"
As she spoke, she secretly glanced at the angry man in front of her with her bright eyes.
Although his forehead was bruised now, and there were light red marks on the corners of his mouth, these didn't seem to affect Liam's noble and handsome appearance.
His dark eyes suddenly took on a layer of bloodthirsty chill. Those deep eyes seemed to have already seen through Emma's little thoughts.
Even though it was clearly summer, Emma felt as if she were in an ice room at a few degrees below zero. She was shivering.
"Do you know what you did last night?" Liam was furious at her for challenging his bottom line one after another.
Last night, she was drunk as a skunk. And this morning, she didn't even call him to come to work. She sneaked out alone.
How could he not be angry? How could he not be angry?
Liam took another step forward, forcing her to retreat until she fell onto the sofa.
Then Liam's hand raised high. Emma thought he was going to hit her, so she tightly covered her face with her hands and closed her eyes.
Don't hit her face. She didn't want to end up with a broken face like Liam. Emma understood that even if Liam's handsome face was slightly bruised, it wouldn't affect his beauty.
But as for herself, she would freak out even if she got a pimple on her face. If she was disfigured, how could she live?
After a while, huh? It didn't hurt?
Actually, she didn't feel anything. Frowning, she slowly opened her right eye and took a sneak peek at Liam.
She found that he had no intention of hitting her at all. Instead, he reached out and gently touched his own forehead.
Damn it, why did Liam's head start hurting so badly now?
It was fine just now!
It was all because of this natural woman. He had been injured in the first place, and now seeing her like this made it even worse.
Emma saw his pain and her heart softened. Forget it, whether he wanted to hit her or scold her, she would accept it. For now, she should help him deal with his wound.
So she stood up and said, "What's wrong? Does the wound hurt? Come on, come on. Sit down first. I'll find some medicine for you and apply it."
Then she stretched out her hands, pressed him down onto the sofa, and walked to the desk drawer to search for medicine and bandages.
She searched for a long time. Just as Liam was about to lose patience, she took out a bottle of antiseptic, cotton swabs, and bandages, and sat down in front of him.
Seeing him silent and indifferent, sitting there, Emma couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Had she ever heard of a saying?
Before the storm comes, it will be very calm.
So, right now, Liam must be suffering in silence.
Alas, why was she so unlucky?
Even when she drank, she lost consciousness.
And when she was unconscious, she had to drag this cold, arrogant man into it.
What's more, she had beaten him up!
Emma shook her head helplessly, then looked at Liam's chiseled cheek. She dipped a cotton swab in some alcohol and whispered, "I'll apply the medicine for you first. It might sting a little. Bear with it."
She gently touched the wound on his forehead, and a sharp pain followed...
This alcohol must be toxic. He just felt that his forehead was painful and hot. It would be better not to take any medicine.
Liam wanted to push her away, but his body seemed to be in a daze. He just stayed where he was and let Emma apply the medicine for him.
At this moment, the atmosphere between the two was quiet and terrifying. Emma was scared, but she pretended to be calm and helped him clean the wound.
Who told her to do this herself and get into trouble with such an overbearing man?