Chapter 614


    No self-respecting man could stand having their authority challenged or even ndered to a certain


    degree. Simon remembered what she said about and he felt a nasty taste in his mouth.


    He marched up to her, cracking his knuckles.


    He drew near, seething with resentment to find Emily lying unconscious at the bar with her ss


    empty. He grabbed her shoulder, gnashing his teeth, "What a lucky night that I find you in such a


    state!"


    "What nonsense did you tell everyonest night? Hmm? Do you dare to repeat those things again?"


    Simon''s alluring eyes glinted with rage. No woman had angered him so much before. Applying more


    strength, he shoved her roughly, "Quit pretending to be dead! Admit it! You''ve always wanted to look


    strong! I''m talking to you! Look up!"


    Emily ignored him, allowing him to seize her shoulder as she tried to keep her face concealed by


    the short locks of hair hanging over her.


    Losing his patience, Simon brusquely grabbed her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to see him.


    But before the first syble of what seemed like the ugliest words he was about to utter, he caught


    the tears in her eyes, and everything he meant to say got stuck in his throat.


    She was crying...


    Simon froze.


    He had seen women crying before. In fact, he always hated it when women cried and no amount of


    tears would win any brownie points from him.


    But the warm droplets of moisture in her eyes only seemed to slip all the way into his heart, causing


    a sensation that he had never once felt before. That this woman was only a stranger that he had


    only known from three short encounters before made it all the more surrealistic.


    He did not even know her name.


    Simon''s Adam''s apple rolled nervously. For the first time in his life, he found himself at a loss of


    what to do with a crying woman.


    Emily''s tolerance for heavy drinks had never been good in the first ce. When she first gulped


    down the first ss the waiter brought her, she was already tipsy even before the brown walnut


    liquid scorched its way from her throat into her stomach. But she still wanted more to fully dull her


    sense.


    Five years, five years...


    Emily peered up at the myriads of light shafts slicing here and there through the dark ceilings above


    her, feeling herself pitiful, pathetic, and ridiculous all the same.


    The woman''s "my man" and "lost a child three months ago" echoed nonstop in her mind and every


    reverberation only seemed to aggravate her sorrows.


    "You''re a frugal person, Emily. You''ve worked to help pay for my tuition. Don''t worry. When I''m


    ready, I''ll apply for a position at the branch office in the country so that we can be back together.


    We''ll get married then..."


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    His promise reared its head again like a ghost from the past, causing more tears to stream down


    her eyes.


    Boyd was her first love and the only man to have appeared in her world. She liked to pester him


    yfully, watch his bright and cheerful smile, and most importantly, how he doted on her and


    pampered on her poor attitude.


    The first three years of campus were so sweet and the following two years of her prudent and


    meticulous care in money while waiting for him like a silly girl were all requited with tant betrayal.


    She had been pinning her hopes on his return so that they could marry and build a family together,


    not knowing that Boyd already had a family of his own in Country M: having another woman to


    come home to and formerly a child to call his own.


    It was a five-year-long rtionship that Emily had practically invested every blood, sweat, and tear


    into, only for the wrong reasons and undoubtedly the wrong man.


    How could she not be sad?


    Simon''s hand went ck involuntarily and she raised her head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes


    and a tear dripped on his fingers.


    Stter!


    Another drop of tear slipped down quietly.


    She pursed her little lips and he felt a strange and yet inexplicable feeling inside.


    Then he saw the creasing brows and he slowly drew his hand away from her chin. But before he


    could speak, she suddenly seized him by the cor of his shirt and screamed, "Why are you


    cheating on me! Why did you betray me!"


    "What madness is it this time!?" Simon yelped, not expecting her to transform so suddenly.


    Emily hopped off the barstool and red at him angrily with her eyes swirling with tears, "How could


    you! You''ve hurt me so much that I feel pain through every fiber of my being! Five years we''ve been


    together, I saved every penny to help pay for your tuition, I even cut down my own lunch money to


    help you! Yet you lied to me abouting back to marry me! You cheated on me and now I''ve


    caught you! You shameless b*stard!"


    "Shut up!" Simon snarled angrily, no longer able to hold back his wrath.


    Her unusual behavior had already attracted the attention in the public area that even the live


    performer had stopped his guitar and was staring at her too. From what she screamed, everyone


    thought Simon was the unfaithful man she was talking about and hushed whispers came from


    everywhere.


    But Emily was utterly unconscious. Not knowing what she was doing at all, she vented every iota of


    frustration and resentment on Boyd Parker on Simon, "What shut up?! You did something so


    shameless and wicked, and you''re afraid that I''ll tell it to the world? I must have been blind! God,


    what have I done...!"


    Before she could finish, he covered her mouth with his hand.


    He needed to stop her or else, he could end up in a police station again like thest time.


    This woman was not only his nemesis but also a bag full of trouble!


    The corner of Simon''s mouth twitched uncontrobly with extreme irritation. Face with the crowd.


    Faced with the crowd now talking and pointing about him, he quickly carried her into his arms and


    left the bar.


    With her utterly drunk, there was nothing he could do. He found a hotel just opposite the bar and


    booked a room where he kicked the door open when he found it and dropped her right at the middle


    of the round bed.


    Fully stoned, Emily could hardly protest at all.


    He seized her cor violently, thinking off demanding her for answers. But even if he kicked her, he


    could get no response from her.


    The room was lighted up by only one floormp. But after so many sour and bitter encounters with


    her, this was the first time he had a good look at her.


    d fully in sportswear, he could find nothing remarkable yet from her 1.62 meters tall figure. She


    was not wearing any makeup and the most remarkable feature of her appearance would be those


    alluring, bright, and charming set of eyes.


    He did not know how much she had drunk that night except for how red her face had be.


    Against the fairness of her supple skin, the red patches on her cheeks reminded him of peach


    blossoms in the winter. Such amon and ordinary face, yet in her drunken state, he found her


    enticing and rapturous.


    Realizing how he had been mesmerized by her, Simon feigned a cough to get ahold of himself.


    He made sure that she was not conscious and decided that he could only swallow what frustration


    and resentment for now and stuck his hands into his pocket, about to walk out.


    He barely moved his feet when something grabbed his right hand.


    Simon frowned and looked back. She had gotten up somehow. And before he knew it, she threw


    herself into him and the sudden warmth seeping from her body made his heart skipped a beat as


    her hands slithered into his clothes.