Chapter 708: Who Dared To Bully Her
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Jacob caught her slender hand and laid it on his chin as he said gently, "Fine, come on then. Help me shave my whiskers please, my little girl."
Emily felt the stinging touch his short but hard whiskers and refused, "No, I won't."
"Come on little girl. Uncle Jacob will give you a sweetie if you help me," he bantered with an easy smile.
"You are being quite the bad guy now, you know that? Bad uncle," she giggled.
Emily's soft and gentle voice penetrated Jacob's ears like a light feather sweeping through his heart. It seemed to brush away all their past worries and pain. His eyes deepened and his voice became husky as he said, "Well, then I will have to show you what a bad guy will do."
"Hmm..." She did not even get a chance to reply as Jacob quickly drew her into his arms and gave her a deep and long kiss. Their lips locked in passionate embrace and exchanged the promise of tomorrow, a tomorrow which saw them together despite all the heart ache they had endured.
He reluctantly let go of her when she was almost out of breath.
"So, am I bad enough now? If not, I could do something much worse..." He dragged the last word out long and sibilantly on purpose, with a cunning smile lighting up his handsome face.
Maybe it was due to being out of breath or shyness, but Emily's face became scarlet red like a ripened apple.
Though she dared not look into his affectionate eyes, she knew exactly what he meant.
"You...you can't..." she stuttered.
In reply, Jacob held her even tighter and tucked his chin into her neck, breathing in her unique scent which was intoxicating to him.
Sighing he said gently, "Please, rest assured, my love. I know you are not fully recovered so I won't force you to do that. Your husband is not a monster."
"I did not mean..." Emily hurried to explain, not wanting him to feel repulsed.
"Oh... So you want it, don't you?" he could not help but lure her again.
Stunned by his teasing, she finally understood what he meant and she stuttered, "I...I don't... No, I don't want it. I don't want anything right now."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't," she stammered.
Smiling, Jacob looked at Emily and could not help but feel that he was looking at his whole world when he looked into her eyes.
"The baby in your belly is still too fragile as it's now less than three months into the pregnancy. But if you really want it, I can help you... with my hand," he whispered gently with a sly smile tugging at his lips.
To emphasis his words, Jacob raised his slender hand and wiggled his limber fingers in front of Emily's eyes.
She felt so embarrassed that she pun
yl was a little confused by this random action but she decided not to blame her for such a little thing. Instead she zipped her mouth closed and said nothing.
"Sir, ma'am, good morning."
Ancho forced herself to call Emily 'ma'am', though she resented it from the bottom of her heart.
"Morning," Jacob's smile faded and he replied without much emotion. He cast a glimpse at Ancho or rather at Beryl in her arms actually.
"Beryl, how old are you now? Why do you still need others to pick you up?" asked Jacob.
Beryl had not wanted Ancho to pick her up, but she could not help feeling angry that Jacob blamed her for this. "Well, right. My dear Daddy only wants to pick up others to cuddle. But I've got no choice but to let Ancho pick me up! You don't pick me up, so you don't allow others to care for me either, right?" Beryl said seriously.
Jacob was startled by her outburst, as he just wanted to cultivate Beryl's independence to start with. He never expected this answer from his own daughter. Her answer made him feel as if she were being severely bullied by someone.
But who dared to bully her in this house?
"What are you talking about..." he began.
"Jacob, stop it. Beryl is still young. It's okay to pick her up..." Emily interrupted, looking at Beryl with a tender smile.
Jacob shook his head and smiled too, "You should not spoil her as much as before..."
"I didn't spoil her in the past," Emily refuted. She walked towards Beryl wanting to pick her up. Jacob still wanted to stop Emily, thinking of her poor health and the baby in her belly, but Beryl's angry voice came faster.
"I'm talking to my father now. It's none of your business! And don't you dare pick me up! Just stay away from me!" Beryl yelled at Emily.
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Jacob caught her slender hand and laid it on his chin as he said gently, "Fine, come on then. Help me shave my whiskers please, my little girl."
Emily felt the stinging touch his short but hard whiskers and refused, "No, I won't."
"Come on little girl. Uncle Jacob will give you a sweetie if you help me," he bantered with an easy smile.
"You are being quite the bad guy now, you know that? Bad uncle," she giggled.
Emily's soft and gentle voice penetrated Jacob's ears like a light feather sweeping through his heart. It seemed to brush away all their past worries and pain. His eyes deepened and his voice became husky as he said, "Well, then I will have to show you what a bad guy will do."
"Hmm..." She did not even get a chance to reply as Jacob quickly drew her into his arms and gave her a deep and long kiss. Their lips locked in passionate embrace and exchanged the promise of tomorrow, a tomorrow which saw them together despite all the heart ache they had endured.
He reluctantly let go of her when she was almost out of breath.
"So, am I bad enough now? If not, I could do something much worse..." He dragged the last word out long and sibilantly on purpose, with a cunning smile lighting up his handsome face.
Maybe it was due to being out of breath or shyness, but Emily's face became scarlet red like a ripened apple.
Though she dared not look into his affectionate eyes, she knew exactly what he meant.
"You...you can't..." she stuttered.
In reply, Jacob held her even tighter and tucked his chin into her neck, breathing in her unique scent which was intoxicating to him.
Sighing he said gently, "Please, rest assured, my love. I know you are not fully recovered so I won't force you to do that. Your husband is not a monster."
"I did not mean..." Emily hurried to explain, not wanting him to feel repulsed.
"Oh... So you want it, don't you?" he could not help but lure her again.
Stunned by his teasing, she finally understood what he meant and she stuttered, "I...I don't... No, I don't want it. I don't want anything right now."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't," she stammered.
Smiling, Jacob looked at Emily and could not help but feel that he was looking at his whole world when he looked into her eyes.
"The baby in your belly is still too fragile as it's now less than three months into the pregnancy. But if you really want it, I can help you... with my hand," he whispered gently with a sly smile tugging at his lips.
To emphasis his words, Jacob raised his slender hand and wiggled his limber fingers in front of Emily's eyes.
She felt so embarrassed that she pun
yl was a little confused by this random action but she decided not to blame her for such a little thing. Instead she zipped her mouth closed and said nothing.
"Sir, ma'am, good morning."
Ancho forced herself to call Emily 'ma'am', though she resented it from the bottom of her heart.
"Morning," Jacob's smile faded and he replied without much emotion. He cast a glimpse at Ancho or rather at Beryl in her arms actually.
"Beryl, how old are you now? Why do you still need others to pick you up?" asked Jacob.
Beryl had not wanted Ancho to pick her up, but she could not help feeling angry that Jacob blamed her for this. "Well, right. My dear Daddy only wants to pick up others to cuddle. But I've got no choice but to let Ancho pick me up! You don't pick me up, so you don't allow others to care for me either, right?" Beryl said seriously.
Jacob was startled by her outburst, as he just wanted to cultivate Beryl's independence to start with. He never expected this answer from his own daughter. Her answer made him feel as if she were being severely bullied by someone.
But who dared to bully her in this house?
"What are you talking about..." he began.
"Jacob, stop it. Beryl is still young. It's okay to pick her up..." Emily interrupted, looking at Beryl with a tender smile.
Jacob shook his head and smiled too, "You should not spoil her as much as before..."
"I didn't spoil her in the past," Emily refuted. She walked towards Beryl wanting to pick her up. Jacob still wanted to stop Emily, thinking of her poor health and the baby in her belly, but Beryl's angry voice came faster.
"I'm talking to my father now. It's none of your business! And don't you dare pick me up! Just stay away from me!" Beryl yelled at Emily.
Jacob caught her slender hand and laid it on his chin as he said gently, "Fine, come on then. Help me shave my whiskers please, my little girl."Emily felt the stinging touch his short but hard whiskers and refused, "No, I won't.""Come on little girl. Uncle Jacob will give you a sweetie if you help me," he bantered with an easy smile. "You are being quite the bad guy now, you know that? Bad uncle," she giggled. Emily's soft and gentle voice penetrated Jacob's ears like a light feather sweeping through his heart. It seemed to brush away all their past worries and pain. His eyes deepened and his voice became husky as he said, "Well, then I will have to show you what a bad guy will do.""Hmm..." She did not even get a chance to reply as Jacob quickly drew her into his arms and gave her a deep and long kiss. Their lips locked in passionate embrace and exchanged the promise of tomorrow, a tomorrow which saw them together despite all the heart ache they had endured. He reluctantly let go of her when she was almost out of breath. "So, am I bad enough now? If not, I could do something much worse..." He dragged the last word out long and sibilantly on purpose, with a cunning smile lighting up his handsome face. Maybe it was due to being out of breath or shyness, but Emily's face became scarlet red like a ripened apple. Though she dared not look into his affectionate eyes, she knew exactly what he meant. "You...you can't..." she stuttered. In reply, Jacob held her even tighter and tucked his chin into her neck, breathing in her unique scent which was intoxicating to him. Sighing he said gently, "Please, rest assured, my love. I know you are not fully recovered so I won't force you to do that. Your husband is not a monster.""I did not mean..." Emily hurried to explain, not wanting him to feel repulsed. "Oh... So you want it, don't you?" he could not help but lure her again. Stunned by his teasing, she finally understood what he meant and she stuttered, "I...I don't... No, I don't want it. I don't want anything right now.""Yes, you do.""No, I don't," she stammered. Smiling, Jacob looked at Emily and could not help but feel that he was looking at his whole world when he looked into her eyes. "The baby in your belly is still too fragile as it's now less than three months into the pregnancy. But if you really want it, I can help you... with my hand," he whispered gently with a sly smile tugging at his lips. To emphasis his words, Jacob raised his slender hand and wiggled his limber fingers in front of Emily's eyes. She felt so embarrassed that she punyl was a little confused by this random action but she decided not to blame her for such a little thing. Instead she zipped her mouth closed and said nothing. "Sir, ma'am, good morning."Ancho forced herself to call Emily 'ma'am', though she resented it from the bottom of her heart. "Morning," Jacob's smile faded and he replied without much emotion. He cast a glimpse at Ancho or rather at Beryl in her arms actually. "Beryl, how old are you now? Why do you still need others to pick you up?" asked Jacob. Beryl had not wanted Ancho to pick her up, but she could not help feeling angry that Jacob blamed her for this. "Well, right. My dear Daddy only wants to pick up others to cuddle. But I've got no choice but to let Ancho pick me up! You don't pick me up, so you don't allow others to care for me either, right?" Beryl said seriously. Jacob was startled by her outburst, as he just wanted to cultivate Beryl's independence to start with. He never expected this answer from his own daughter. Her answer made him feel as if she were being severely bullied by someone. But who dared to bully her in this house? "What are you talking about..." he began. "Jacob, stop it. Beryl is still young. It's okay to pick her up..." Emily interrupted, looking at Beryl with a tender smile. Jacob shook his head and smiled too, "You should not spoil her as much as before...""I didn't spoil her in the past," Emily refuted. She walked towards Beryl wanting to pick her up. Jacob still wanted to stop Emily, thinking of her poor health and the baby in her belly, but Beryl's angry voice came faster. "I'm talking to my father now. It's none of your business! And don't you dare pick me up! Just stay away from me!" Beryl yelled at Emily.
