Chapter 3 You're An Asshole
It was as if time stood still!
Emily's hand was trembling and Liam broke out in cold sweat. He was worried about the cut on the master's neck. Only Hunter remained expressionless and emotionless throughout the encounter. He glanced outside at the two men and moved those thin lovely lips ever so slightly, and said to Emily and Liam's disbelief, "Drive!"
"Dri... Drive?" Liam was shocked. Is master really being threatened by his future wife? But master Hunter is revered as a god in Bentson City. He has never ever been threatened. Not to mention someone daring to hold a knife to his neck. This is as good as begging for death!
Emily could not think straight. As the car drove out of the hotel car park, she eased the grip and the eyebrow trimmer slipped from her grasp.
The trimmer dropped onto Hunter's strong hands and he tossed it aside.
"Where do you want to go?" The voice was strangely assuring. She can never tire from listening to that deep manly voice.
Emily unconsciously grabbed onto his shirt as her body continued to heat up and she was starting to feel dizzy.
But there was this thought in her mind, deep in her consciousness.
"Hunter..." Her breathing was short and labored. With a husky voice, "I don't ... love you, never will... love you. You scum!"
Liam flinched and almost lost control of the car. Tonight's their engagement. How can she say such disrespectful words? Although he knew that master Hunter was only obeying his grandmother's wishes for the arranged marriage, how can she disrespect him?
But it was obvious that the future Mrs. Hunter was in a daze and perhaps she didn't even know what she is saying.
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