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My Most Precious Wife novel Chapter 261

When Manson came out of the bathroom, Emily was not in the room.

He was so anxious that he almost forgot to wear his clothes and wanted to chase her out of the room.

But Sarah tried to assure him that Emily was downstairs in the lobby, so he hurriedly changed his clothes and went downstairs.

In the side hall downstairs, Emily was sitting at the dining table, drinking soup.

Seeing that she was still here, Manson heaved a sigh of relief.

He wanted to go over, but he hesitated again.

He was a little panicked, afraid that he would frighten her, which made her immediately leave.

From the first time, he saw her until he knew that she was his ugly future sister-in-law, he had been searching for her for a long time.

However, after searching for so long, there was actually no news at all.

He had never bothered so much about a woman. He was born as the second young master of the Jackson family. In his life, countless women had taken the initiative to approach him.

However, he had never been so nervous that his palms were sweating when he looked at her like this.

If he kept far from her, he would be pitiful. If he approached her, he feared that she would be frightened.

This was the first time in his life that he had been in such a mood.

“Let’s go. The meal is ready.” Sarah gently pushed him.

It was as if Manson had regained his senses. After hesitating for a moment, he finally walked over.

After taking a shower, his mind finally came to its senses.

He walked across from Emily and sat down, feeling a little stiff.

This man really annoyed her in the past. If it was a different occasion, Emily doubted that she would laugh out loud.

Did anyone see Manson so embarrassed? This was the first time she had seen it.

She put down the bowl and looked up at him.

Manson was shocked and almost wanted to look away, afraid that his gaze would frighten her.

“Am I that scary?” Emily said indifferently.

“No, I’m scary!” Manson hurriedly explained.

Every time, she had to run away from him, again and again. She had a bad impression of him.

In addition, when she met him before, he always sneered at her and even hurt her…

The more Manson thought about it, the more he felt that his was a bastard in the past.

Now, in front of Emily, he didn’t even have the courage to look at her.

“You… How are you doing recently? I heard that you’re sick. How are you?”

He actually went to the hospital to see her, but she had been unconscious, so he had no chance to see her.

Moreover, he didn’t understand his own thought at all.

He always felt that he should hate Emily, but he couldn’t help but want to know how she’s going.

He had mixed feelings and didn’t even have the courage to look at her straightly.

Most importantly, at that time, Young Master Henry’s men guarded the ward tightly, making it difficult to get close to it.

“Sure. I’m fine, right?”

Emily did not really want to talk to this man, but Sarah had always been at the side, looking at her with a pleading gaze.

She exhaled and said, “I heard you haven’t eaten for two days. Aren’t you hungry?”

Manson was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer this question.

Emily picked up her bowl and said, “Let’s have a meal.”

“… Alright, alright, let’s eat.”

Manson picked up his chopsticks and looked up at her. “Is the food appetizing? If you don’t like it, I can let the chef…”

“I like it.” Emily’s gaze fell on his chin.

Manson always paid most attention to his appearance, but there were two bloody marks on his chin.

His beard was shaven. It was likely that in order to shave beard, he cut his chin carelessly.

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