The most absurd part? Emma Johnson actually went to Noah Taylor willingly, throwing herself into his arms.
And after Liam found out, she had the nerve to beg him not to fight Noah.
That was the greatest humiliation Liam had ever suffered in his entire life.
But Emma sat restlessly in the car. Knowing Liam Williams as she did, she understood there was no escaping this time. She wanted to explain.
When she first went to the Plaza Hotel, she only wanted to see who the woman was with Liam.
She never expected to get lost in the hotel.
She never expected to run into Noah Taylor.
And she definitely never expected Liam to walk in on that exact scene.
Right now, Liam must want to kill her.
He wouldn't even listen to a single word of explanation. He must be furious.
Emma's mind raced with excuses, but every time she saw Liam's icy expression, she swallowed her words again.
Would he ever believe such a far-fetched story?
Too many coincidences. Even if Emma wanted to explain, Liam wouldn't want to hear it. After all, this was it.
Emma lowered her head, clasping her hands tightly together. The panic on her face grew more intense.
She couldn't imagine how Liam would punish her once they got home.
Ten minutes later, Windsor Manor.
With a screech of brakes, Liam's car came to a sharp stop in front of the villa.
His face dark and stormy, Liam unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.
Emma still sat in the car, staring at Liam with a nervous expression. He opened her door and said, "Get out." His commanding tone made Emma take a few shaky breaths.
Liam waited a few seconds. Seeing she hadn't moved, he reached in and pulled Emma out.
Seeing them return, Oliver White, the butler, said respectfully, "Young master, young lady, you're back."
Liam didn't say a word. He walked straight to the entrance, not even bothering to change his shoes, and dragged Emma upstairs.
Emma had short legs—nowhere near as long as Liam's. She couldn't keep up with his pace. Even though she trotted the whole way, he still dragged her along, nearly making her fall.
When Oliver saw this, he wanted to help her, but Liam's domineering presence scared him into pulling his hand back.
He opened his mouth, watching Emma's thin figure, feeling a pang of pity.
Before they even reached Liam's bedroom, Emma was trembling with fear.
Liam felt her fear too. His heart tightened, and a flicker of tenderness crossed his eyes, but it vanished instantly.
Liam could no longer contain the pain in his heart. He felt a surge of anger, his mind filled with the image from just moments ago.
Emma Johnson—this woman would drive him crazy sooner or later, drive him out of his mind, make him lose all control!
His grip tightened. He pushed open the bedroom door and dragged her into the bathroom.
Liam shook his hand and threw Emma's jacket heavily onto the floor. As it fell, the red mark on her shoulder appeared before him, as if mocking him.
She was Liam Williams' woman. And someone else had touched her!
At this moment, even looking at her or saying another word to her would drive Liam insane.
Liam frowned, his hand trembling as he gripped Emma's swollen shoulder tightly. He squeezed with all his might, as if trying to crush her thin shoulder.
Emma hadn't expected him to use so much force. Pain shot through her shoulder, and tears welled up in her eyes. But she still didn't dare speak. She was afraid that opening her mouth would only make him angrier. So she bit her lower lip hard, until it bled.
Emma stood in front of Liam, her eyes wide open, staring timidly at the cruel man before her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks to her lips, mixing with the bitterness of her tears and the metallic taste of blood. Finally, Emma couldn't hold back anymore. She opened her mouth and gasped for air.
The pain attacked her weak body again and again. She wanted to cry out softly. She wanted to explain herself, no matter what. She wanted to tell Liam how wronged she felt.
But more than anything, Emma was terrified of what she might do to anger him further.
This man—they had been together for so long, yet Emma still couldn't figure out what made him angry. Was it her own stupidity, or was it that Liam never thought to love her?
The reason she had begged him not to hit Noah Taylor just now was because she was worried about his hand getting hurt again. But Emma had vaguely seen the disdain and coldness in Liam's eyes.
No matter what she said, it was wrong. No matter what she did, it made Liam angry.
Liam's cold eyes burned with fierce rage. Seeing that Emma still refused to beg for mercy, he grew even more furious. Was she unwilling to say even a simple word of pleading now?
When they were at the Plaza Hotel just now, hadn't she spoken plenty?
She was willing to beg for Noah Taylor's sake, but not for her own?
It was clear how important that man was to her.
Emma's thin shoulder seemed unable to withstand the intense pain. Her hand gripped her skirt tightly, and her body began to tremble.
After such a long standoff, he was just waiting for her to say one soft word.
Even if it was a lie, even if it was a plea, he would find a reason to let Emma go.
Unfortunately, reality slapped him hard in the face.
Part of Liam grew cold and hard. Sure enough, Emma was at her most powerful at times like this.
A sneer formed in his heart. Liam's eyes were filled with sadness and caution. He suddenly released his hand, pushed Emma's body heavily to the ground, walked forward a few steps, raised his hand, grabbed the showerhead in the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and sprayed it all over her.
Emma wasn't wearing shoes, and she had little strength left. When he pushed her, she fell to the ground. At least her shoulder didn't hurt anymore. But before she could react, the cold water poured over her.
Emma couldn't open her eyes because of the water. She curled up, sitting on the ground with her knees hugged to her chest, her eyes closed, refusing to look at Liam.
But the pain in her heart was unbearable. How far did he have to torture her to be satisfied?
Seeing Emma's body completely soaked, Liam still felt it wasn't enough. He turned the water to maximum pressure, aiming it directly at her shoulder for a long time. Finally, he said coldly, "Emma Johnson, are you that cheap? Isn't it enough to be humiliated once? Why do you have to go to someone else willingly? You make me sick when you're dirty..."