Emily left the hotel and wanted to take a taxi, but no taxi passed by was available, so she decided to walk back home.
She felt even more painful at the wound when the cold wind blew through her.
Sebastian and Hope were passing Emily in a car, which was recognized by her at once when she was about to cross the road.
Anyhow, Sebastian owed Emily an apology for what happened today, so she walked to the car, and knocked on the window.
“Miss Morris, Mr. Clark wants to send you home,” said Hope coolly, who was sitting the driving seat, after rolling down the window.
Sebastian was sitting on the back seat, with his eyes closed. His dress was untidy, especially the white shirt, its neckline apparently was pulled up and was crooked.
It took time to take a taxi, and her ankle was hurt, so she opened the front door and was about to hop in, and a voice sounded from the back seat, “Sit next to me.”
The voice sounded unhappily.
“No. 207, Z street, Western District, please,” said Emily, taking off her shoes after getting in the card at the back seat.
Sebastian opened his eyes and saw her sore ankle. Emily also was aware of that he was looking at her ankle, so she moved slightly away, and tried to hide it.”
They all kept silent along the way. For Hope, he darted looks at the rear-view mirror to see what was going at the back seat but didn’t say a word. And for Emily, although she was eloquent, she would not star the conversation, for she felt uncomfortable about the atmosphere in the car.
And she wasn’t a fool to start the conversation and asked what happened to Fiona at the end, unless Sebastian talked to her first.
She silently turned her head to the window. Lights passed through as the car was speeding. She could see his handsome face through the reflection of the window.
Given that Emily’s ankle was hurt, Hope drove her to the ground floor near the elevator of her flat.
“Thanks for sending me home, Mr. Clark.”
After finishing her words, Emily was about to open the car door, and Sebastian opened his eyes, and said, in a soft voice, “Hope.”
Hope quickly got out of the car, and shut the back door again, “Miss Morris, Mr. Clark needs to talk to you.”
Emily also wanted to see what Sebastian would say about what had happened today, so she sat still again.
After thinking for a few seconds, Emily smiled and said, “Mr. Clark, we haven’t met for a long time after we had sex that day, are you missing…”
Sebastian turned his body facing her, staring at her, looking slightly testily, which made her shut her mouth.
All Sebastian was thinking was the pleading voice of Fiona. As her brother, he just couldn’t bear the way she acted and the things she was trying to do to get herself hurt. He itched to kill both Oskar and Emily. But now one of them, Emily, was smiling at him. What a shame!
“Give her the thing.”
Hope took out a paper, handed to Emily, and said, “Miss Morris, please have a look, and if you are fine with it, just sign it.”
Premarital Agreement?
“So we fast-forward to marriage now?” said Emily surprisingly, his eyes filled with confusion after seeing the title of the paper.
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