Jack tried to cover his eyes in the dream, since he did not want to see the face of the corpse. But he was just fooling himself. A spell was put on him, so that he could not move his body.
So he saw the person lying on the ground.
It was Emily, who had lost her last breath already but with her eyes wide open. Her face and mouth were covered with blood and her expression was slightly distorted, as if she had suffered a great deal before she died.
The scene stung Jack's eyes. He roared in agony, "Emily!"
Jack finally woke up from the nightmare. His forehead was full of cold sweat, which flowed down his cheeks as he sprung up all of a sudden. His pajamas were already wet because of his sweat. He looked like he'd just been pulled out of the water.
His heart was still pounding in his chest, as if the it would jump out any second. He breathed rapidly, trying to calm himself. He took a long deep breath, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of stale air.
After a few minutes, Jack slowly recovered and became sober.
Outside, the sky was overcast and gloomy.
Jack opened the light and walked to the bathroom. He saw himself in the mirror, and he just looked like a ghost.
Under his pair of bloodshot eyes was the color of dark black because of the bad sleep he had been having for some time now. His skin had no luster and his handsome face was sunken down, thin.
Even his hair was messy. Since he was in no mood to care for it, it had grown very long.
These days, he lived like a soulless walking dead. The only thing that made him felt alive was the determination in his heart, the determination to find Emily back.
Where was she?
He just wanted to know whether she was alive or not. Her health was so poor that she couldn't stand much travels. 'Magee took her away regardless of her health! Son of a bitch!
It was like pushing Emily into danger!'
"Emily, I know I am wrong..." Jack murmured in the reflection of the mirror, "As long as you come back, I will never force you again in the future. As long as I can look at you..."
Even looking at her had become a luxury now.
Jack was sending out the breath of decadent all over his body. He walked out of the toilet heavily. After he went out of his room, he came to the room that Emily once lived in.
He had come here several times.
All the furniture was the same, the maid came up every day to clean it as if the owner of this room were still living there.
Lying on Emily's bed, Jack could smell her scent which was left behind. His heart was broken.
There were traces of her existence everywhere in this house, and even a little bit of pain was too much for him to handle. But he was reluctant to leave, guarding the house like a masochist and guarding the memories between them.
Some time later, there was a knock at the door.
Jack ignored the knock, so that the people had to open the door. But before his foot stepped in, a cup hit over him, "Go away!"
"Mr. Jack!" It was the most capable man of Jack's. Seeing that Jack was at a rage, he stepped backward immediately.
Jack's voice was angry. "Get out!"
The man gritted his teeth, but eventually he had to bite the bullet. "Mr. Jack, the whole company is waiting for you. Mr. Gu has been disappointed with you. Please take your position seriously..."
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