Emily took more cream from the cake, and smeared it on Jacob's chiselled face without reservation. With his eyebrows covered in cream, Jacob looked like Santa Claus.
Jacob could not see his face, but he could tell from Emily's reaction that he looked very funny. He twitched the corners of his mouth and wiped the cream off his face,"You should try it too."
Before Emily could catch his meaning, Jacob smeared Emily's face with all the cream on his hand, and then drew a white moustache on her face.
Emily unwittingly licked the cream off. It was so sweet that she squinted her eyes. The next second, she attacked Jacob again with some more cream.
A grown man and woman playing with cake as if they were children fighting in snow. it was a strange scene indeed. Exhausted, by the time they stopped, they already had cream all over their bodies.
While Jacob went to the bathroom to clean himself, Emily walked gently towards the door, quietly looked through the peephole, and saw Jack still sitting outside, holding a cake with a pathetic look on his face.
It was nearly nine o'clock. Why was he still there? Did he plan on staying there for the rest of the night? Emily was glad that she and Jacob didn't make too much noise a while ago...
But if Jack intended to stay outside the whole night, Jacob would not be able to leave Emily's apartment.
Emily lowered her head and paced back and forth, lost in thoughts. When she turned around again, she bumped into Jacob's firm chest.
Jacob took advantage of the opportunity to hold Emily in his arms but made sure to let go off her quickly in case she was upset about such intimacy. He then asked gently,"What's wrong?"
"Jack is still out there..." Emily whispered.
"He might stay there for the rest of the night, waiting for you to show your sympathy and to open the door for him."
"No way!" Emily said firmly,"I will not open the door for him."
Moreover, Jacob was at her apartment; if she'd have opened the door, it would like setting off two bombs at the same time. She could not let that happen!
"So do you want me to leave, or stay for the night?" Jacob raised his eyebrow slightly and threw the question at Emily.
Emily was caught in a dilemma. She struggled with her thoughts for a while and then said,"You can stay here tonight, as long as you don't take advantage of me."
"You have said that before," the light in Jacob's eyes suddenly dimmed, but the next minute he recovered himself and retorted,"If I want to take advantage of you, would you be able to stand here unscathed?"
No one could stop Jacob from doing anything he wanted to do. If he stopped, the only reasons would be: He had no real intentions of doing it in the first place, or he controlled himself from doing it.
' Somehow Jacob's words make sense, ' Emily thought, speechlessly. Either way, there was no other choice but to let Jacob stay.
While Emily was still lost in thoughts, Jacob suddenly took out something and handed it over to Emily.
It was a delicate and beautiful brocade box. "What is it?" asked Emily.
"Open it."
When Emily opened the box, the gleaming light reflecting off the item inside the box almost blinded her—It was a gemstone brooch.
This brooch was composed of a ruby in the shape of a birthmark, with a beautiful daisy in the central disc, and a baby vividly lying on the stamen as if it was in its mother's womb, just about to open its eyes.
"This brooch..."
The brooch was made from her design in the jewelry design competition, with which she won the first prize at the competition. It was her dream made real!
Emily was in high spirits, because the brooch looked more stunning and breathtaking in real life than it did on the paper. "But I sold the copyright of my design a few days ago because I needed the money...
Wait...You are the buyer of my design?" Emily quickly got the right answer.
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