When Emma heard his words, she wanted to refuse. But then she thought—when had Liam ever cared about her opinion before?
Liam glanced at the two people on the other side and frowned slightly. This time, he wanted to see what game Emma was playing. He said coolly, "Well, it's only seven now. If you come over, I'll introduce you to a friend..."
A friend? Or a woman? Emma froze. Was he actually going to introduce his mistress to her?
Was he trying to get her approval first?
So that's how it was.
Emma suppressed the rage boiling inside her. It was obvious he had another woman on the side. What friend was he talking about?
At a time like this, he still had the nerve to act like a gentleman.
"Where are you? I'll be there soon..."
"Plaza Hotel, room 913." Liam gave his location and hung up.
Plaza Hotel?
A hotel?
How shameless could those two be? What kind of timing was this?
Couldn't they even wait a minute?
Emma's teeth chattered with fury, and her eyes blazed with uncontrollable anger, like a lioness provoked.
Fine. Since you're so bold, Liam, I'll go meet your little wildflower.
Emma looked down at her clothes. She couldn't go out dressed like this, could she?
After all, she was still Liam's wife. Was she supposed to show up looking like a mess to confront his mistress?
She needed to think this through.
Half an hour later, a sleek Audi A8 worth two million pulled up at the entrance of the Plaza Hotel. When the hotel staff saw the car, they immediately rushed over and politely opened the door.
The first thing they saw was a pair of bright red stilettos with ten-centimeter thin heels. As her slender legs emerged, everyone around couldn't tear their eyes away.
The woman wore a pure white lace jacket dress, casually draped with a long wine-red coat. Her glossy black hair fell naturally over her chest. Under her center-parted bangs, her delicate face was lightly made up, exuding a fresh and noble aura.
Emma, carrying Liam's tweed jacket on her arm, walked into the hotel without glancing sideways.
She drew the attention of many men along the way, but she couldn't care less right now.
Who would have thought she was here to meet her husband's mistress?
Emma made her way to the elevator, pressed the button for the ninth floor, and stood alone inside. She took a deep breath to steady herself, mentally cheering herself on.
Come on, Emma. You can do this.
Ninth floor.
The Plaza Hotel had many rooms, and the layout was confusing. Emma didn't know her way around, and after searching for a while, she still couldn't find room 913. She turned around and tried again.
As she rounded a corner, still looking around, she suddenly collided with a strong chest. She almost fell from the impact, but the man caught her just in time.
After steadying herself, Emma looked up and saw...
Noah Taylor.
"What are you doing here, Noah?" Emma was confused. Her first reaction upon seeing him was—how could he be here?
What was going on these days? Did everyone like coming to hotels?
Was it for dinner or... something else?
"Emma..." When Noah saw her, his expression shifted from surprise to delight. He smiled and continued, "I just had dinner with some friends. I was about to leave. Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
Emma found it boring. Having dinner—why did it have to be at a hotel?
"No, I'm just here to find a friend. Well, Noah, I won't stay. Goodbye." Emma waved her hand and glanced at Noah's room number—918. It shouldn't be far. Just a few steps ahead was Liam's room.
But Noah had no intention of letting her go. He stepped forward and firmly grabbed her arm, speaking earnestly, "Emma, we haven't had a proper talk in so long. I know you still hate me, but now, I have something to tell you. Can you give me five minutes? Just five minutes?"
"I have nothing to talk about with you, Noah. Actually, I've wanted to tell you for a long time—I don't hate you anymore. Really. No matter what happened between us, I hope we can both move on. Now and in the future." Emma raised her hand to shake off Noah's grip, turned, and took two steps. His voice came from behind.
"Emma, I know I was wrong from the start. I have so much to say to you. Just a moment, okay?" Noah's voice was full of pleading, making Emma feel conflicted. The man in front of her had shared the most beautiful seven years of her life. She didn't hate him or resent him anymore, but seeing his serious and gentle expression, she still couldn't bring herself to be cruel.
So she nodded heavily, as if she had made up her mind. "Fine. Say it quickly. I have other things to do here."
Noah nodded eagerly, reached out to open the door, and stood at the entrance, making a very gentlemanly gesture.
Emma paused, then walked in with a calm expression.
Seeing her enter the room, Noah took a meaningful glance down the corridor, stepped back, and closed the door. A strange glint flickered in his eyes.
Emma went inside and looked around. It was similar to a typical hotel room, but the environment here was on the higher end.
As soon as she entered, she saw a spacious and bright living room with a white square table beside it. It looked like a dining table, clearly an expensive piece of furniture.
"Did you choose this place to have dinner with your friends? Why not just go to a restaurant?" Emma remembered that Liam had done the same—bringing a strange woman to a place like this, claiming they were having dinner. Only he knew what they were really doing.
Thinking about it, she felt a surge of indignation. As she spoke, Emma put down her coat and sat on the sofa, turning her head to glance at Noah.
Noah poured a cup of hot water and placed it in front of her, then sat opposite Emma.
He glanced at the coat Emma had just put down. Was that a man's jacket?
The smile on Noah's face became a bit forced, but he still spoke gently, "The environment here is better—quiet and comfortable. They say the chefs here are excellent, so many people come to meet friends or discuss business. You can enjoy high-end service and delicious food at the same time. Why not?"