Speed Candles novel Chapter 13

It was a gloomy night; Emily Morris was standing in front of the French windows while waiting for Sebastian Clark to finish his bath. She was holding her glass of red wine and kept drinking them while these drops of wine slowly flowing through her throat and entering her stomach.

She had to avenge her father, who had passed away, who had been slandered. Forget about dignity.

She felt like she was a demon crawling out of hell at this moment. The first lesson she learned during those two years in prison was to treat herself as a non-human being and gained the ability to nurse a grievance, someday...

While Emily was brewing her premeditated plan, her wrist suddenly got pinched, and that strength almost took that mere piece of flesh from her arm.

She had to keep pretending, no matter how much it hurt.

Emily turned around with an awkward grin, and hooked both her hands on Sebastian's sturdy neck, "Sebastian, why are you so angry? Can I help you out? I am not sure if I am capable."

She drank too much wine, her face turned very red because of alcohol, and her blush cheeks looked very seductive.

Sebastian lifted her chin, as he observed carefully, a few moments later, he finally opened his mouth saying: "Your face could be considered as above-average, but it’s such a pity that..."

What he meant was very clear. Her value and worth have changed over the past two years. He didn't like how she was a real foul-up now.

In the past, Emily used to underestimate her enemy, she was ignorant and arrogant as she viewed herself as superior to others, that was how Mrs. Morris ruined her family.

After all her suffering, she obviously wouldn’t expect Sebastian to be interested in her.

Emily smugly put a gentle smile on her face, "Why would I care if I am above-average as long as I could get to be the apple in your eyes."

Everyone loves to be praised so does Sebastian, but something didn’t feel right as he listened to what she said and now he got very upset, he cast his anger on the culprit who made him unhappy.

He squeezed her wrist, even more, to make her feel more pain. Emily couldn't help but frown, and then faintly spit out, "Please be gentle, I'm a little uncomfortable."

It meant what it meant, but it could sound misleading.