Benjamin Williams felt like crying without tears. He knew exactly how many things needed to be done to take over the Las Vegas Entertainment City. He never should have said those words earlier. Now it was too late.
Liam Williams was determined to push him into that position.
Turning around, Benjamin noticed the gauze wrapped around his brother's hand. He was surprised. "Brother, what happened to your hand? Isn't this my sister-in-law's..."
There was clearly something behind those words!
"Where do you think you're going, you little brat..." Liam ignored him completely and continued walking outside.
"I know, brother, it must be you saving a damsel in distress?" Benjamin followed him out of the study door with a mischievous grin.
The whole family knew. Ever since Liam injured his right hand in the army last time, and after he returned from service, he treasured that right hand more than anything. He wished the wound on his hand would heal quickly so he could return to the army first.
But now, the only person who could make him so reckless was the mistress of this house.
It really was a case of a hero saving a beauty.
"Smart. But no reward for the correct answer. Go to the study and handle your business. If you dare to procrastinate, I'll deal with you." With that, Liam waved at him, then opened the door and entered the bedroom.
Looking around, he didn't see Emma Johnson. He walked to the bathroom unconsciously, opened the door, and found her with her eyes closed, looking completely relaxed and satisfied.
At this moment, Emma's entire body was soaked in milk. What was exposed were her slender arms, soft shoulders, sexy collarbone, her glowing face, and ten naughty toes at the end, dancing rhythmically with the music like ten mysterious, lovely elves.
Liam's indifferent eyes glanced casually, then he closed the door again, a rare blush spreading across his face.
Liam sat on the sofa for a long time before Emma finally came out of the bathroom slowly. Her long hair was pulled up, revealing her bright forehead. At this moment, she was only wrapped in a thick bath towel, her neck and shoulders exposed.
After a few steps, she saw Liam sitting on the sofa not far away. Her good mood suddenly dropped a little.
As usual, Emma started drying her hair by the dresser. Liam looked up at her from time to time. The more he looked, the more uncomfortable she felt. Was she deliberately trying to tempt him into committing a crime?
In Liam's room, every corner was covered with thick cashmere carpet, so every time Emma took a bath, she would step on the carpet barefoot, soft and comfortable.
Liam didn't know how much he loved her feet. He liked to look at them every time. She also painted pink nail polish, which made her feet look even more lovely and fair.
Emma had planned that after she came out, Liam would go in to take a bath, so she could take the opportunity to change her pajamas. However, after waiting for a long time, Liam still didn't want to move. So, Emma had to take her pajamas and run into the bathroom to change them.
As soon as she was ready to lie on the bed, Liam stood up and walked towards her step by step. Emma looked up and saw him standing opposite her, with no expression on his face. "Wife, I want to take a bath too..."
"Take a bath, then go. Who's stopping you?" Emma was confused. Did he need to apply for this? When did Liam become so obedient?
"Should I do it myself?" Liam frowned slightly, his tone still cold and clear.
"Nonsense, who doesn't take a bath by themselves?"
It was just puzzling. Did he want her to wash him?
Liam didn't speak. He just shook his injured right hand in front of her eyes and pursed his lips. His deep eyes were full of threat.
Oh my God?
These noble children were really delicate. They couldn't take care of themselves after hurting their hands, could they?
It was time to eat. Did you want someone to wait on you for a bath?
Emma was too lazy to talk to him. She pulled the quilt and was just about to lie down. But before she lay down, Liam's whole body fell on top of her.
Emma, "..."
"What do you want, Liam?" Every time he threw himself on her like this, she felt inexplicably flustered.
No matter whether Liam did something to her or not, she was in a panic.
No matter how she pushed him, Liam buried his face in Emma's neck and said, "Do I smell milk?"
"You rascal! Let go of me, Liam, you're shameless!" Emma raised her hand and pushed his chin, trying not to let him touch her.
But it was obviously useless. Emma's weak figure was no match for him every time. In terms of force, physical strength, wisdom, and courage, Emma and Liam were not on the same level.
She had been with him for so long, and she had always been dumbfounded.
Liam sniffed all the way up her neck, collarbone, and chin. "Wife, I found that I'm starting to like you... I've lost my body to you." Liam's wicked voice came through.
It was true. Every time Liam saw Emma, he would get a little excited. From the first day they met, Liam had taken her as his personal belonging.
This was the path Emma had chosen. Who first proposed getting married?
"Pfft! Liam, you big rascal, what do you want to do?" After struggling for so long, Emma finally found a chance and grabbed Liam's chin with both hands, so that he couldn't continue to act recklessly.
Liam took a serious look at the woman beneath him. It seemed he couldn't get enough of her round face and cherry lips. He didn't feel satisfied with just one kiss. "All the things I want to do to you are reasonable and legal. It's a husband's responsibility and obligation. For example, the first thing, let you take a bath with me, how easy is that? Second, let's do what husband and wife should do now to enhance our relationship. Which one do you want to choose, huh? Wife?"
"I'll take the third one." Emma didn't even think about it. What were the requirements?
One was more obscene than the other. Couldn't they have a normal one?
"You choose the third one? Are you sure?" Liam held her little hand in the palm of his hand, gave it a disgusting kiss, gave her a meaningful look, and continued, "The third is, what do we do while taking a bath? How do you feel about that, my wife..."
How ambiguous the voice was, how evil it was.