“If there was no meeting this morning, I would definitely eat you right now.” Alden laughed maliciously teasing his wife. "Your wife is so cute, it makes me want to bite."
"I can't stand it." She made a wry gesture. "I won't give you the satisfaction."
Alden couldn't help but give her a quick kiss. Not yet working, but he had a desire to come home early and enjoy more of his beautiful wife. It's been a few days, he's been busy, and he hasn't tasted her. Really coveted.
The two hugged each other affectionately, she went with her husband to the door, saw him get in the car, and ran into the house. Emma plans to rearrange her belongings, then go shopping, then meet some friends, to brag about her lavish honeymoon. Surely there will be a lot of people who are secretly jealous. Just thinking about the sight of herself being praised and flattered, she burst out laughing like crazy with pleasure.
Oh, her life is wonderful, happy as a fairy. Emma sings a joyful chorus, expressing temporary happiness, no matter what tomorrow brings.
Alden had been gone for a while when the doorbell rang, and Emma wondered who it was, and went to open the door. The maid was out at this hour, so Emma had to campaign herself, not asking anyone for help. As soon as she opened the door, she was surprised that it was Devlin. The person she seemed to want to forget the most, even deliberately ignore all the time after marriage.
During the honeymoon, Devlin kept calling, texting, and inviting her. The guy clearly intends to sabotage her good business. Before Emma could think of a way to deal with it, he reached the door of the house. Is something bad about to happen?
Devlin's sudden, unannounced, even more, unexpected appearance in Alden's house has a psychological effect on Emma. Suddenly Emma had a bad premonition. Women's intuition is quite accurate. Whether it's a good woman or a bad woman, everyone has a feminine sensibility. Although Emma loudly declared that she was not afraid of anything, even the punishment of heaven and earth, the feeling of insecurity and anxiety is obvious, inherently everyone possesses. On the outside, some people look tough, cold, and sometimes callous, but deep inside the heart still has a weak side that always exists. What's more, his father didn't teach him, it's very normal to go out at night and see ghosts during the day, doing bad things often with anxiety. Emma is also not contrary to the laws of nature.
First of all, investigate, then figure out a solution, and finally implement it. In all stages of that process, it takes a lot of courage to keep the spirit and the acting must not be too pretentious. Those factors are Emma's strengths. Don't forget she was very expressive to be able to achieve today's goal.
"What do you do here?" Emma asked, a little alarmed. She had to try to keep her spirits up, scaring herself, only to make Devlin gleefully laugh at her.
"I miss you so much that I have to come to see you by all means." The guy said calmly. Emma looked up and down at the man. Devlin wears a courier's uniform to avoid suspicion. What a well-planned, well-invested camouflage. "I'm sure you miss me too, don't you, baby?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Who misses you. Get out of here quickly." Emma ran out of words of dismissal as she glanced around to see if the maid had gone out as usual. Being suspected is exhausting dealing with trouble. It's only been two weeks, and she doesn't want to take the risk any time soon.
"Don't worry, there's no one there." Seeing the mate's psychology, Devlin said cunningly, "The maid has gone out, only you dare to show up."
That said, she felt reassured, Emma knew that Devlin was a man who was inherently careful and had to be sure of everything he did. Having known each other for a long time, of course, she knew about the man. Emma was very conceited to think she could manipulate all kinds of men, but in reality, she had no talent at all. Her beauty is not superior to anyone, not the best. Her wits were also modest at best. If it weren't for the scam, using banned substances to poison the minds of others, she would not have achieved her wish. Alden was only because he was an unlucky person when faced with a difficult situation, that he created an opening for Emma to attack. Wait and see, one day when Alden recovered, no one knew how bad she would end up daring to play with a wild beast like Alden. And don't forget that behind him are other ferocious beasts.
Seriously, Emma made the mistake of forgetting a very important truth. Touching Duong Mac's family should be mentally prepared, determined from the beginning that there will be a bad ending.
At present, Emma has not seen the coffin yet shed tears, so she does not know what to worry and tremble with, still stubbornly enjoying life. She has such big guts, and dares to deceive a powerful force, what is a small Devlin? For Emma, ​​this man in front of her was easy to deal with.
Calming down a bit, she turned her attitude and asked harshly:
"No matter what you're here for, hurry up."
“I had a hard time finding this address.” Devlin protested a little sulky. “What do you mean I told you to come back? At least invite him in for a glass of water. Who chases away visitors, the behavior is not the same as the noble position, the wife of the heiress Helen."
In the face of attacks aimed at infuriating her, Emma remained careless, unconcerned.
"I'm not in the mood for you, please go away. Don't give me trouble." Emma finished her words, and closed the door but was prevented. Emma was helpless because her strength was not enough to push Devlin, finally forced to step back, leaving the door open.
Without the owner's permission, he still blatantly entered the house.
"How dare you, do you know that I have reported to the police to report you for breaking in illegally?" Emma panicked and scared, then turned around, intending to go to her room to get her phone.
"Do it if you want, and there'll be a good show for your husband to see." Devlin calmly reminded, making Emma pause.
"You threatened me?" Emma turned, glaring at Devlin, her tone harsh and reprimanding. “Don't think I'll be scared. Do it well, and then I'll drag you down into the mud."
It was true that her appearance now resembled that of a lioness who had been robbed of her large prey by someone.
"Calm down, no one did anything to you." Devlin chuckled at her easily excitable appearance. "That's what I said, to remind you, not to threaten, I love you even more."
"After all, what do you want?" Seeing Devlin switch to soft-spoken, even a little sweet, she also knew what she meant and took it down. There was no use in stressing her out.
"Like I said we have an appointment to continue the adventure after your honeymoon is over." Devlin suggested, "That's why I came here looking for you."
"But I didn't agree." Emma denied it. "On what basis did you dare come all the way here to find me?"
"Come on, you know you miss me too. Stop lying to yourself."
At some point, Devlin had closed the distance between them, his deep voice laced with meaning as his warm breath brushed against Emma's ear.
Unconsciously, Emma glanced downward, her gaze betraying a flicker of hesitation. A restless frustration simmered inside her, a void yet to be filled. Last night, she had tried to get close to Alden, but he had firmly refused, citing work as an excuse. From before their wedding to now, the number of times they had been intimate could be counted on one hand. That fact left Emma feeling more than a little dissatisfied.
Alden had once been a man of indulgence, never lacking in past relationships. Yet after his accident, he had changed, distancing himself from the desires he had never once restrained before. Before marriage, she could understand his self-control as a sign of respect for her, but even after they had become husband and wife, he still maintained his distance. It made her wonder—was she no longer attractive to him?
In truth, Alden was only thinking of Emma. He feared overwhelming her with his demands, so he chose patience, wanting to ease her into things. On top of that, his post-marriage workload had only increased, leaving him little time for anything else. Unfortunately, Emma didn't see it that way. Instead, she let her discontent fester, resentment bubbling beneath the surface—something Alden remained oblivious to.
If he ever discovered the truth about her, he would never again believe in the illusions he had so carefully crafted. But sadly for him, Emma was a master of deception, and Alden still naively believed that their first night together had been a flawless, genuine memory—completely unaware that it was nothing more than an expertly executed performance.