Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 98

Looking at Emmett at a loss. “Then, then… then what should I call you?”

Emmett didn’t bother to raise his eyelids and said lazily, “President Smith. Or, Mr. Smith. It’s up to you.”

Boom--- Amelia was struck by Emmett’s word like lightning. She was completely dumbfounded. President Smith? Mr. Smith? Wasn’t this what an outsider would call? Why would Emmett treat her like this? She has already worked really hard to cater to and please him! Why was he still indifferent to herself? Amelia blinked her eyes vigorously to prevent tears from falling down.

“Why? Why do you treat me this way?”

Instead, Emmett seemed to hear a ridiculous thing. He looked at Amelia like he was looking at a madman, and said brightly, “Seriously, I want to know why as well, why did you appear suddenly in my house? Why can you refuse to leave? Why do I have to see people that make me lose my mood when I come home in a good mood? Tell me first, why are there so many whys, before I help you answer all your questions.”

Emmett’s eloquence… was finally brought into play. He was definitely a top-notch expert in negotiation, the main debater of the debate. His quick and theoretical remarks made the smart Amelia stunned as well.

When she understood Emmett’s words that he was annoyed that she refused to leave, Emmett has long since disappeared. Amelia stood alone in the living room, and felt like a clown…trying to please the public…

After a long time, Amelia then sighed and walked to her room, lost.

“Yeah, what am I doing? Why am I working so hard?” Amelia asked herself gently. Frustration was all over her face.

Emmett returned to his room, removed his clothes, and went to the bathroom, slightly tired, and took a good bath. He used his hands to soothe the emptied and tortured little brother, but this time, no matter how he comforted it, it wasn’t happy. Emmett sighed slightly.

Elaine, this girl… has caught more and more of his appetite, the idea of wanting to occupy her was getting stronger… Of course, the after-effect of this failure was that… His body was becoming more and more unsatisfied…

“Shit! This damn energy!” Emmett scolded himself, got out of the shower dripping wet, and casually wiped himself with a towel, and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as he went out, this time, Emmett was really taken aback.

“Why are you here? Who allowed you to enter my room? Did you not learn how to knock? Are you an idiot? Scram! Get out immediately!” Emmett yelled at Amelia, who was in the middle of his room.

Was this woman sick? She was, after all, the eldest lady of the Carter family. Yet, she looked like a prostitute with no clients in front of him and delivered herself automatically from time to time.

Amelia didn’t move, but her body was shivering. She bit her lips hard, trying to keep her tears from falling. She said in a trembling voice, “Mr. Smith, I just want to know, why are you dissatisfied with me? Where am I not good enough? You can tell me where I’m lacking, I will work hard to correct it! Really!”

Emmett smiled bitterly, “Are you a blockhead? Do men need hard work to determine if they like or dislike women? I will still like her, no matter how useless, incapable, or ugly, the woman I like is. Anyway, if it’s the women I dislike, no matter how smart and virtuous, or how beautiful and lively, how capable and wealthy, in my eyes, I will never like her.”

Amelia certainly understood what Emmett said, the meaning of what he said was too obvious. Master Smith has stated clearly that he didn’t like her, no matter how good she was. The tears in Amelia’s eyes finally fell, she wanted to control her emotions, but she was too sad that she couldn’t hold back her tears no matter what.

“Tell me, do you have anyone you like now?”

Emmett didn’t bother looking straight, and Amelia kept holding her breath and stared at Emmett nervously.

Emmett laid lazily on the bed, flipped through the magazines, and said nonchalantly, “Do you have the right to ask about my personal life? Just manage your own affairs well. Well, what are you still doing in my room? What you waiting for?”