Emma noticed Liam studying her with a thoughtful gaze and silently congratulated herself. What could he possibly see? But then she dismissed the thought. It was impossible. Her performance was flawless. Even her father and brother hadn't noticed a thing. How could Liam possibly see through her?
Reassured, she relaxed.
"Brother, you're done."
Amelia spotted Liam descending the stairs and quickly hurried over, happily linking her arm through his. She pressed close to him with an air of intimacy. Liam watched Amelia silently, suddenly feeling that she was becoming bolder and bolder in front of him.
This time, he thought, it couldn't be his imagination. Looking back carefully, there wasn't much difference between Amelia after her amnesia and before. It was just that his guilt had blinded him, making him think he was wrong.
When Liam saw Emma's gentle face, his expression immediately darkened.
"You went to see him again?"
"Yes."
Although Amelia didn't know who they were talking about, it was clear that after Emma's confirmation, her brother's face grew even darker.
"Does my sister-in-law even know my brother? She seems to be having a good time, otherwise she wouldn't have come back so late."
"I don't think it's right to come back. Why don't you want to get together again in the evening?"
The sarcasm in Liam's eyes stung Emma. She met his icy, handsome face and responded with a bright smile.
"I'll just come back to change. There's a party tonight, so don't prepare dinner for me."
With that, she went upstairs to her room without looking back at the siblings.
"Amelia, go downstairs first."
Amelia was feeling proud when she suddenly heard her brother's cold command. He didn't even look at her, his eyes fixed on the direction where Emma had disappeared.
She bit her lower lip reluctantly and released her grip on Liam's arm. Watching him disappear at the top of the stairs, her earlier certainty wavered again.
Could it be that her brother truly cared for Emma?
Amelia thought about how he always looked after Emma, even sending her to Switzerland for two months because of her. If he didn't care at all, it was impossible. A shadow of doubt clouded Amelia's eyes.
Back in her room, Emma was changing clothes, wearing only a lace bra. Suddenly, the door burst open, startling her. She instinctively grabbed a piece of clothing to cover herself, her sharp, watery eyes glaring unhappily at the tall figure in the doorway.
"Don't you know how to knock?"
Emma said angrily to Liam.
The man gave a cold smile.
"Do I need to knock on my own room? Besides—"
He looked at Emma boldly, a thin, blood-red smile curling at the corner of his mouth. It was both seductive and dangerous.
"Besides, there's nothing about you I haven't seen. What, because there's no room for that person in your heart, you don't even want to show yourself to me?"
"Liam, don't talk nonsense."
Emma was furious, her chest heaving with anger. She stood up and instinctively threw the clothes at the man. But they fell like a feather, having no effect at all.
The man was like a dangerous cheetah at that moment. He approached Emma with graceful steps, pressing her back until she had nowhere to retreat. Then he reached out.
His thumb and forefinger pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Nonsense? Emma, no one knows better than you whether my words are nonsense or not."
His words burned like flames in Emma's heart. She felt her eyes uncontrollably moisten, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall. Liam looked at the crystal clarity in her eyes, and his cold heart softened a little. But thinking of her going out to see Elijah at night, he unconsciously tightened his grip on her chin.
Then, he bent down and kissed her deeply. Her lips were soft and smooth, and he savored her sweetness like a beast. Emma could barely breathe from his sudden kiss. Just when she thought she would suffocate, he finally released her.
Before she could catch her breath, Liam suddenly picked her up and threw her onto the bed, ignoring her struggles. Then he climbed on top of her.
"Liam, it's not even dark yet. What are you doing?"
Emma was shocked to see him take off his casual jacket, revealing his perfectly sculpted upper body like a model's. Her voice trembled.
Liam's smile was bewitching and charming, reminding her of the fiery red flowers blooming by the edge of the underworld—extremely beautiful, but deadly dangerous.
"Is there a time limit for what husbands and wives do?"
Liam's slender, beautiful hand caressed Emma's delicate collarbone, the fire in his eyes burning hotter and hotter. His thin, red lips kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips, then slid down to her milky white neck. When the pain of his sucking and biting came, Emma's pupils contracted uncontrollably. She reached out to push his shoulder, trying to push him away.
But her hands were weak and boneless. How could she push Liam away?
Her body had long been accustomed to this man. As long as he teased her gently, she would gradually sink uncontrollably until she surrendered. Emma felt shame in her heart, but she couldn't control the heat rising within her. He held her tightly, as if trying to rub her into his body. The pleasure that penetrated to the bone was accompanied by unbearable pain. Today, his movements were clearly filled with anger. They were as violent as a storm, making Emma unable to bear it.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and then he kissed them away.
Outside the window, the night grew darker and darker. You could even hear the wind blowing through the window.
But the temperature in the bedroom gradually rose. The extremely ambiguous air was mixed with the low cries of a woman and the husky voice of a man. It was like gentle comfort, but it didn't reduce the violent possession.
Outside the door, a thin figure stood trembling for a long time. Although the room's soundproofing was very good, the surroundings were so quiet that she could still hear the voices of a man and a woman coming from inside from time to time.
An originally sweet face was now pale and green, her eyes as if poisoned, making people feel afraid.