My Most Precious Wife novel Chapter 372

Hunter was still eating, ignoring Emily’s words.

Emily bit her lip, not willing to give up.

“Hunter, you said that Grandma was the person you respected the most. Don’t you want to know about her …”

“You’re full, aren’t you?”

The man finally spoke, but he didn’t catch a glimpse of her at all.

Emily suddenly felt sad in her heart.

She could no longer find anyone in the Jackson family to rely on.

Patriarch would not agree to dig the lake again.

Hunter was her only hope!

“Hunter, the matriarch’s death is unclear. You have the responsibility to give her justice!”

Hunter put down his chopsticks and his expression darkened.

“When the accident happened, were you not the only one on the scene?”

Emily was dumbfound. What did he mean?

Did he still not believe her until now? Did he still think it was related to her?

“It’s not me!” She tightened her grip on the embroidered tablecloth, her fingertips trembling slightly.

“If you don’t believe me, you can dig up the lake.”

“Since you’re full, then go up, take a shower and wait for me.”

“Hunter …”

“Bring her up.” Hunter’s indifferent words were absolute orders here.

In order to prevent him from getting even angrier, Liam immediately put down his chopsticks and walked to Emily.

“Miss Emily, please go upstairs.”

Emily stared at Hunter’s calm eyes.

She was still unwilling to give up. Did he really not want to know what had happened at that time?

Or was it that he had already decided that she was the murder?

“Hunter.”

“Miss Emily, I’ll send you up!”

Liam’s voice grew louder, trying to stop Emily, lest Hunter should be angry.

His temper was worse than Emily knew now.

“Please don’t make things difficult for me!” Liam said in a deep voice.

Emily bit her lip and finally left.

That night, he returned to his room at ten o’clock.

Just after taking a shower, he threw Emily on the bed.

She lay on the bed and did not resist at all. However, she did not give up persuading him.

“Why aren’t you willing to give it a try? He’s your favorite grandmother!”

The man behind her did not say anything. He just threw the bathrobe on a chair beside him.

Emily gritted her teeth and silently endured his rage.

He was more terrifying than ever before. He almost tore her into pieces when they made out.

Finally, she couldn’t help but burst into cries. “Why?”

No one answered her.

But she actually knew that he was just punishing her.

He was furious because she sat together with Manson and act intimate with other men.

He was petty in some aspects.

She hurt.

She grabbed the sheets beneath her and began to sob.

…

Sunlight shone on the bed through the French window.

The girl under the blanket slowly opened her eyes and immediately closed them.

Emily couldn’t adapt to the strong light.

After a while, she opened her eyes again and saw everything in the room clearly.

Hunter left.

There was his smelling in the air, but she couldn’t feel his temperature on the sheets.

She hurt all over her body.

Emily grabbed the blanket and sat up with all strength.

She wanted to wash her face, but she didn’t have the strength.

Looking at the empty room, she was suddenly drowned in a sense of despair.

He didn’t trust her. No matter what she said or did, he wouldn’t believe her again!

He would never believe her.