When Ivan rushed to the top floor, the time was already more than 20 minutes since Emilia had left.
He looked around the top floor, but there was no sign of Emilia at all.
With his body trembling, Ivan walked step by step to the edge of the top floor as he wanted to see if something that scared him happened again on the ground floor of this ten-story shopping mall.
He didn't dare to look down. Even though he was close to the edge, he was afraid to glance at the ground.
But he couldn't be so cowardly anymore. Slowly, Ivan opened his eyes and everything was normal below.
He turned his head and suddenly felt alive. Did Emilia go away again?
'Where did she go?'
Ivan looked all over for her until his bodyguard suddenly called him.
On the phone, the bodyguard said, "Mr. Simpson, Miss Powell has returned to the hotel, but she looks very strange, so please hurry back."
As soon as the bodyguard finished his words, Ivan hurriedly darted out from the mall.
He kept running and running, even if he was almost out of breath, but he didn't stop his footsteps.
It took around 10 minutes for Ivan to rush back to the hotel.
He asked Zac as soon as he arrived outside the hotel room.
"What is going on? Did Emilia open up to you guys and say anything? What was strange about her expression? Did you guys go in and watch?"
Ivan was worried that Emilia would leave this world.
Zac shook his head straight away.
"Miss Powell is sitting inside and everything is fine. She's calling you in. I just don't think Miss Powell is the same as she used to be."
Ivan walked into the room with a heavy heart, while on the couch in the living room, Emilia was sitting on it.
They originally wore thick down jackets when they went out, but since it was warm in the hotel room, Emilia took off her jacket and wore only a nightgown at the moment. The nightgown was particularly short as it was designed for summer. Ivan felt a little strange and opened his mouth worriedly.
"Although it's warm inside, it's still a little cold to wear like this. I'll find you another dress to wear."
After Ivan finished his sentence, Emilia suddenly put on a flirtatious smile.
She walked barefoot on the carpet, step by step towards Ivan.
In the next second, she directly hugged Ivan, which made Ivan freeze in place.
He simply didn't understand what was happening, but he also had a vague sense that the woman in front of him was not his Emilia.
"Who are you?"
This time, Ivan said with an icy gaze, but the woman burst into laughter outright.
It was Emilia's face, but her smile was completely different compared to the smile of Emilia's original character. Her every movement and smile now seemed to be tinged with a seductive feeling, releasing her charms as a woman at every moment.
If there were other men here, they might not be able to control themselves from such behavior of Emilia.
"I'm Emilia, who else could I be? Can't you recognize who the woman you love is?"
When the woman asked Ivan teasingly, Ivan's face became even colder.
"Stop acting with me, what the hell are you doing? This is Emilia's body, hurry up and put on the clothes and socks. If you keep this up, what if she catches a cold?"
This comment made the woman laugh again.
"Why are you so funny? This is my body too, I'm sharing a body with her, but you only care about her and not me? Or you can't accept her split personality and only love her host personality? Does this count as love? You're not even in love with her completely."
The woman suddenly said in such a mocking way. Ivan looked at the personality that he had never seen before, then said with a sigh.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love