Chapter 201: Your Cute Girlfriend
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Victor wasn't worried about Jacob's wrath. What he feared most was that Jacob would blame Anne if something had happened to Emily. Fortunately, Jacob was a practicable man. Relieved, he quietly looked at Anne's delicate face and sighed deeply.
How he wished he could breathe life into her dying heart!
It was hard for him not to feel powerless. Without Emily, where could he find another suitable heart for Anne?
"Anne..." Victor mumbled, then went silent again. 'What am I going to do with you?'
...
As the sun had set, night had fallen fast, bringing with it cold wind, as ferocious as a dip in the frozen lakes would be, taking away every bit of warmth from the land.
Emily pulled the thin coat on her tightly, trembling in the cold of the night. She was looking to find a warm place to rest in, when she heard the rapid tramping of feet not too far away.
"Quickly, go your separate ways now! You must find her!"
Emily's heart pounded in her chest loud and fast. She suspected that they were Victor's people, looking for her. Without hesitation, she rushed into a dark alley, waiting until the coast was clear.
Emily waited there for so long that she had lost track of the time. Only when her feet were numb with pain did she quietly move to check if the people were still there. Fortunately, by then the people had left to search the other areas...
"Thank God..." Emily blurted out, in relief. She patted her chest to calm her throbbing heart. But before she could breathe easy, someone grasped her shoulders from the back. "Ah!"
Emily shrieked in shock, in the arms of a stranger. Frenzied, she kicked and screamed to get out of his grip. "Let go of me! Get your hands off me!" she cried out.
"Ahh..." He screeched in pain, having been scratched by Emily. "Don't move," he said to her gently.
Under the dim light of the crescent moon, she couldn't see the stranger's face clearly. Emily continued resisting, refusing to obey his words. "Don't touch me! Get your hands off me! I... I am going to scream for help... Hmm..." she threatened.
Before she knew it, the stranger turned her around to face him, and kissed her in the mouth. He silenced her voice with his kiss, as she melted into his arms like a wax doll.
Emily tried to resist at first, but gradually she opened her eyes,
out to be.
"You... By your logic, I wouldn't have known Victor if I hadn't known you first, then, he wouldn't have kidnapped me either. Don't you think you are also responsible for this?" Emily asked.
"... It's not the same thing," he said.
"What's the difference? It's the same," she insisted. Emily hinted that Jacob's reasoning was flawed.
Troubled, Jacob bit his thin lips, and hugged her harder. He sighed and said, "... I will let you handle this stuff."
"Don't worry. I've got this," Emily nodded. Emily gave him a sweet smile, and placed her head close to his firm chest. She felt a sense of security when heard his heartbeat and felt his warm breath on her head. Instantly, Jacob's anger evaporated, as if it were never there to begin with.
No matter what obstacles life would put on her path, so long as she had him by her side, Emily had nothing to be afraid of.
Jacob instructed his people to watch over Victor and Anne, while he took Emily to the hotel.
With Emily at his side, Jacob could now sleep in peace. After spending countless sleepless nights in her absence, his weary body would finally be able to get some rest.
At the presidential suite of the hotel.
After Jacob got out of the shower, he saw Emily sitting on the soft bed, lost in thoughts, as if waiting for him.
Emily was wearing Jacob's tight sweater, which covered her hip while perfectly complimenting her thin, long legs. Her milky white skin coupled with the black sweater formed a strong color contrast, arousing Jacob's attention.
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Victor wasn't worried about Jacob's wrath. What he feared most was that Jacob would blame Anne if something had happened to Emily. Fortunately, Jacob was a practicable man. Relieved, he quietly looked at Anne's delicate face and sighed deeply.
How he wished he could breathe life into her dying heart!
It was hard for him not to feel powerless. Without Emily, where could he find another suitable heart for Anne?
"Anne..." Victor mumbled, then went silent again. 'What am I going to do with you?'
...
As the sun had set, night had fallen fast, bringing with it cold wind, as ferocious as a dip in the frozen lakes would be, taking away every bit of warmth from the land.
Emily pulled the thin coat on her tightly, trembling in the cold of the night. She was looking to find a warm place to rest in, when she heard the rapid tramping of feet not too far away.
"Quickly, go your separate ways now! You must find her!"
Emily's heart pounded in her chest loud and fast. She suspected that they were Victor's people, looking for her. Without hesitation, she rushed into a dark alley, waiting until the coast was clear.
Emily waited there for so long that she had lost track of the time. Only when her feet were numb with pain did she quietly move to check if the people were still there. Fortunately, by then the people had left to search the other areas...
"Thank God..." Emily blurted out, in relief. She patted her chest to calm her throbbing heart. But before she could breathe easy, someone grasped her shoulders from the back. "Ah!"
Emily shrieked in shock, in the arms of a stranger. Frenzied, she kicked and screamed to get out of his grip. "Let go of me! Get your hands off me!" she cried out.
"Ahh..." He screeched in pain, having been scratched by Emily. "Don't move," he said to her gently.
Under the dim light of the crescent moon, she couldn't see the stranger's face clearly. Emily continued resisting, refusing to obey his words. "Don't touch me! Get your hands off me! I... I am going to scream for help... Hmm..." she threatened.
Before she knew it, the stranger turned her around to face him, and kissed her in the mouth. He silenced her voice with his kiss, as she melted into his arms like a wax doll.
Emily tried to resist at first, but gradually she opened her eyes,
out to be.
"You... By your logic, I wouldn't have known Victor if I hadn't known you first, then, he wouldn't have kidnapped me either. Don't you think you are also responsible for this?" Emily asked.
"... It's not the same thing," he said.
"What's the difference? It's the same," she insisted. Emily hinted that Jacob's reasoning was flawed.
Troubled, Jacob bit his thin lips, and hugged her harder. He sighed and said, "... I will let you handle this stuff."
"Don't worry. I've got this," Emily nodded. Emily gave him a sweet smile, and placed her head close to his firm chest. She felt a sense of security when heard his heartbeat and felt his warm breath on her head. Instantly, Jacob's anger evaporated, as if it were never there to begin with.
No matter what obstacles life would put on her path, so long as she had him by her side, Emily had nothing to be afraid of.
Jacob instructed his people to watch over Victor and Anne, while he took Emily to the hotel.
With Emily at his side, Jacob could now sleep in peace. After spending countless sleepless nights in her absence, his weary body would finally be able to get some rest.
At the presidential suite of the hotel.
After Jacob got out of the shower, he saw Emily sitting on the soft bed, lost in thoughts, as if waiting for him.
Emily was wearing Jacob's tight sweater, which covered her hip while perfectly complimenting her thin, long legs. Her milky white skin coupled with the black sweater formed a strong color contrast, arousing Jacob's attention.
Victor wasn't worried about Jacob's wrath. What he feared most was that Jacob would blame Anne if something had happened to Emily. Fortunately, Jacob was a practicable man. Relieved, he quietly looked at Anne's delicate face and sighed deeply. How he wished he could breathe life into her dying heart! It was hard for him not to feel powerless. Without Emily, where could he find another suitable heart for Anne? "Anne..." Victor mumbled, then went silent again. 'What am I going to do with you?'... As the sun had set, night had fallen fast, bringing with it cold wind, as ferocious as a dip in the frozen lakes would be, taking away every bit of warmth from the land. Emily pulled the thin coat on her tightly, trembling in the cold of the night. She was looking to find a warm place to rest in, when she heard the rapid tramping of feet not too far away. "Quickly, go your separate ways now! You must find her!"Emily's heart pounded in her chest loud and fast. She suspected that they were Victor's people, looking for her. Without hesitation, she rushed into a dark alley, waiting until the coast was clear. Emily waited there for so long that she had lost track of the time. Only when her feet were numb with pain did she quietly move to check if the people were still there. Fortunately, by then the people had left to search the other areas... "Thank God..." Emily blurted out, in relief. She patted her chest to calm her throbbing heart. But before she could breathe easy, someone grasped her shoulders from the back. "Ah!"Emily shrieked in shock, in the arms of a stranger. Frenzied, she kicked and screamed to get out of his grip. "Let go of me! Get your hands off me!" she cried out. "Ahh..." He screeched in pain, having been scratched by Emily. "Don't move," he said to her gently. Under the dim light of the crescent moon, she couldn't see the stranger's face clearly. Emily continued resisting, refusing to obey his words. "Don't touch me! Get your hands off me! I... I am going to scream for help... Hmm..." she threatened. Before she knew it, the stranger turned her around to face him, and kissed her in the mouth. He silenced her voice with his kiss, as she melted into his arms like a wax doll. Emily tried to resist at first, but gradually she opened her eyes, out to be. "You... By your logic, I wouldn't have known Victor if I hadn't known you first, then, he wouldn't have kidnapped me either. Don't you think you are also responsible for this?" Emily asked. "... It's not the same thing," he said. "What's the difference? It's the same," she insisted. Emily hinted that Jacob's reasoning was flawed. Troubled, Jacob bit his thin lips, and hugged her harder. He sighed and said, "... I will let you handle this stuff.""Don't worry. I've got this," Emily nodded. Emily gave him a sweet smile, and placed her head close to his firm chest. She felt a sense of security when heard his heartbeat and felt his warm breath on her head. Instantly, Jacob's anger evaporated, as if it were never there to begin with. No matter what obstacles life would put on her path, so long as she had him by her side, Emily had nothing to be afraid of. Jacob instructed his people to watch over Victor and Anne, while he took Emily to the hotel. With Emily at his side, Jacob could now sleep in peace. After spending countless sleepless nights in her absence, his weary body would finally be able to get some rest. At the presidential suite of the hotel. After Jacob got out of the shower, he saw Emily sitting on the soft bed, lost in thoughts, as if waiting for him. Emily was wearing Jacob's tight sweater, which covered her hip while perfectly complimenting her thin, long legs. Her milky white skin coupled with the black sweater formed a strong color contrast, arousing Jacob's attention.
