The villa where Isabella Miller lived.
Liam Williams suddenly slammed on the brakes, and a black BMW came to a smooth stop at the entrance of Isabella's villa.
He pulled out the key, unlocked her front door, and pushed it open with force.
After reading the newspaper, the first person who came to his mind was Isabella. Only she could be so malicious.
As soon as he stepped inside, the strong smell of alcohol hit him. Looking up, he saw Isabella sitting on the floor, her back against the sofa, clutching a wine glass in her hand. Several bottles of expensive red wine stood beside her.
Clearly, she had been drinking heavily. Seeing her like this only made Liam more irritated. "Isabella, I'm asking you—did you write those reports?"
"Liam? Is that you?" Her slightly drunken voice reached his ears. After Liam had that fight with Daniel Taylor that night, he had quickly broken up with her. They hadn't seen each other in days.
"Did you deliberately set up Emma? Did you..." Liam's voice rose, his tone full of accusation.
"I told you, did you finally have the conscience to come see me? I didn't expect you to come here for Emma Johnson! What's the matter? Are you in love with her? I'll tell you, I did it. I didn't frame her. She stole you from me. She's the homewrecker!" Isabella screamed hysterically.
After hearing her twisted reasoning, Liam didn't hesitate. He slapped her hard across the face. "Don't blame Emma for everything. What's the use of blaming others for the problems in our relationship?"
"Relationship? Liam, let me ask you, what kind of relationship did we ever have? You've always had that bitch in your heart. Do you think I don't know? You can fool others, but you can't fool me."
Her words only added fuel to the fire of Liam's already burning anger.
She called Emma a bitch?
How could his first love be a bitch?
It was like a wound being torn open again. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed Isabella's neck tightly. The veins on his face bulged, and his temples throbbed.
In an instant, Isabella felt she couldn't breathe. Her face turned red, tears streaming down her cheeks, but a smile still lingered on her lips.
She closed her eyes in despair, offering no resistance. Only hatred filled her heart—hatred for Emma Johnson, and hatred for Liam Williams for being so cruel to her.
After a long moment, knowing Isabella was on the verge of suffocation, Liam finally let go. He stood up and left a cold sentence behind. "If you ever dare to hurt Emma again, I promise you, I'll make your life worse than death."
With that, he straightened his collar and slammed the door shut as he left.
Sitting on the floor, Isabella let out a cold, bitter laugh. The pain in her heart grew sharper.
Emma... Johnson...
She slowly uttered those three words, her cold eyes filled with resentment. I will never let you go!
Windsor Manor.
After taking a bath, Liam Williams lay on the bed, phone in hand, seemingly browsing the web.
Emma Johnson finished a call with her parents and took her pajamas into the bathroom.
As soon as she stepped inside, she couldn't help but sigh. The bathroom was bigger than her entire room. Was that too much?
There was also a large bathtub, filled with warm water, with rose petals placed in a basket beside it.
Emma saw it, her eyes sparkling. This was the treatment fit for a queen.
After hesitating for half a second, she immediately stripped off her clothes and poured all the roses into the tub. She gently lifted her legs and sank into the fragrant rose bath.
It was amazing. She had never enjoyed such a big bathtub or such a comfortable bath before.
Emma played around in the tub for a long time until she felt sleepy. The water was still warm, so she reluctantly got out, put on the pajamas Liam had prepared for her.
She hadn't paid much attention earlier, but now, looking closely at the so-called pajamas, she felt dumbfounded.
Damn it! Where were these pajamas? So revealing, so seductive!
And it was a simple nurse's uniform!
Yes, "simple" was the only way to describe it. Wearing it would probably have the same effect as wearing nothing at all.
How could that pervert Liam Williams be so good at picking out pajamas for her?
Was this guy trying to stage some kind of uniform temptation?
Emma blushed and threw the clothes into the trash can. Then she grabbed a clean bath towel from the shelf. Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw Liam lying on the bed, not looking her way. She stealthily crept to the wardrobe and opened it.
Inside were all of Liam's clothes, neatly hung by color and type.
Oh my god! When she came, she hadn't expected to stay overnight at Liam's place. Why would she have thought to bring pajamas!
She looked down at the heavy bath towel wrapped around her. Couldn't she just sleep in it?
After hesitating for a moment, she found a white shirt in Liam's wardrobe and went back to the bathroom.
Although Liam kept his head down, pretending not to see Emma's every move, he was actually watching her reaction from the corner of his eye.
Until he saw Emma take his shirt back into the bathroom, his heart sank a little.
So she didn't like the pajamas he had prepared for her?
To be honest, Liam was tired of seeing Emma's Hello Kitty pajamas at her place every day.
A fashion editor? And her pajamas were so old-fashioned.
Just as he was thinking this, Emma walked out of the bathroom barefoot.
Liam looked up and saw her wearing his shirt, revealing her two long, slender white legs.
Liam's clothes were really big on her. The shirt covered her entire body, and he could see nothing but her legs.
Liam felt a bit frustrated. Well, it wasn't as good as Emma's cartoon pajamas.
Emma noticed Liam staring at her clothes and stammered, "That... do you mind if I don't have my pajamas and wear your shirt tonight?"
Mind!
Of course, he did. Liam was famously particular about cleanliness. How could he let someone else wear his clothes?
There was no warmth in Liam's cold eyes. A chilly voice came from above. "If I say I mind, will you take it off?"
Emma hadn't expected this man to be so stingy and say such shameless words. She quickly shook her head. "No."
Liam: "..."
Then why did she even ask?
He was really speechless.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Emma sat at the dresser and dried her hair. She glanced casually and saw her usual skincare products on the vanity.
Surprised, did Liam even know about this?
Had he prepared all of this for her? Cosmetics, pajamas—everything?
What else didn't he know? This man was truly something else.