If Loving You Is Wrong

Chapter １１

"No way!"

Alex Brown refused categorically.

But Emma Rosy looked like she didn't care, and spread her hands: "Brother Alex, I'm sorry, I don't accept such a divorce agreement, I suggest you discuss with my lawyer the distribution of the couple's common property after our divorce." "Emma Rosy-!" Alex Brown was furious. Was she challenging his patience ? Looking at the furious Alex Brown, Emma Rosy was filled with sadness, but with a little pleasure. "Brother Alex, I remember you and Marisa Darcy together counted as marital infidelity, when I was pregnant, and I remember you had children, do you think, if I sue for divorce, you will lose?" Alex Brown stared into Emma Rosy's eyes, she still had the same smile. Strong, stubborn, determined. They had a one-year marriage and decades of childhood memories, but now, it seems that he has never really known the woman in front of him. Alex Brown hooked his lips: "Even if you get Richard's back, so what?" A convicted woman, Richard's can only be destroyed in her hands. Emma Rosy is not concerned: "I still have a lawyer, I can entrust him with all the management."

At the mention of Joe Wright, Alex Brown' aura turns cold, his face gloomy. He stared into Emma Rosy's eyes: "Do you trust Joe Wright that much?" "Yes." Her words crushed the last chord of Alex Brown' sanity. Alex Brown grabbed Emma Rosy's slender waist with one hand, and he held Emma Rosy's chin with the other hand, then he kissed hard. . Emma Rosy felt the taste of blood in her mouth, and she bite Alex's tongue. Alex Brown grunted in pain and cupped Emma Rosy's cheek, deepening the kiss even more. Emma Rosy gritted her teeth and tangled with him. After the kiss, Emma Rosy pusheed Alex Brown away and throws herself in front of a trash can, vomiting hard: "Vomit... vomit ......" Alex Brown raised an eyebrow: "My kiss makes you disgusted like this?" "Yeah." He stared at Emma Rosy and sneered, "So who do you want to kiss you, Joe Wright?" "Anyone, as long as it's not you." Alex Brown walked up to Emma Rosy, "Emma Rosy, I will not give you the chance to have freedom." Even if she died, he would have his mark on her body. It can only be Alex Brown' woman. Emma Rosy's pale face broke into a smile, "Really?"

She trusts Joe Wright, she trusts her grandfather, whom she has never met.

They would get her out of this cage, and the only thing she could do now was to live well.

At the end, he swept his gaze over Emma Rosy in disgust, and turned to leave.

Emma Rosy watched his back as he left, her slender fingers gripping the armrests of her chair, her veins rippling. "Alex Brown, I really decided not to love you." Those past sweet , disappointment and hope, she does not care anymore. Alex Brown sat in the driver's seat. Alex Brown lit a cigarette, and Emma Rosy's obstinate eyes came to his mind. Putting out the cigarette, Alex Brown let out a low curse: "Damn." Emma Rosy, this woman is like a ghost, since childhood she haunted in his minds. Now that he settled her, she's still haunting him. It was annoying. Alex Brown took out his cell phone and dialed, "All the evidence about the Emma Rosy is destroyed." He would not give her a chance to appear in his world again. The warm light fell on Joe Wright's face. "You said someone destroyed the bank transfer records?" The voice coming from the receiver made Joe Wright's brow furrow. The crucial evidence that was so hard to find out was destroyed, someone wanted to drive Emma Rosy to death. Joe Wright roughly removed the gold-rimmed glasses from the bridge of his nose and smashed them on the table.

The lenses shattered on the floor.

"You tell Grandpa to rest assured that I will save his 'precious' granddaughter!"

He choked and hung up the phone, then smashed the expensive phone to the ground, smashing it to pieces. Joe Wright exhaled and slumped into the leather seat, tilting his head back to look at the overhead light. He was an orphan, adopted by Master Wright in Italy when he was five years old, so he could have a home, but from childhood, his whole life was tied to a girl named "Emma Rosy". Master Wright told him that he was born to protect Emma Rosy as a knight. If Emma Rosy died, he died. Joe Wright looked at the light shifting overhead and had to admit it in his heart. He was really jealous of Emma Rosy. Joe Wright recalled Emma Rosy's curved eyes and light smile that day, and his heart gave a thunderous jump. The corners of his mouth curved upward. If she was rescued, it seemed that life in the Wright Family would not be so cold and dark. The temperature in City A has turned cooler, and winter has arrived earlier than ever before this year. Emma Rosy is wearing a brown tweed coat, lined with a long loose beige knitted dress. She is so thin that the outfit does not show that she is almost four months pregnant.

It only makes people think it is a slightly fat teenage girl. She usually has nothing to do and has read all the precautions required for pregnancy, and even learned a little about what to do after giving birth. Pregnancy requires a lot of walking around. Emma Rosy carefully protects her belly and walks around the hospital garden for a while. Emma Rosy found a place to sit down and leaned back on the wooden chair, her eyes falling softly on her bulging belly. "Baby, it's a nice day, can you feel it?" She smiled as the daylight fell on her, her whole being was glowing with maternal light. "Emma Rosy, what a coincidence." Emma Rosy looks up, and standing in front of her is Marisa Miller. Emma Rosy looked at her face calmly, rose slowly from her chair and turned to leave. Marisa Darcy stopped her: "Emma Rosy, don't you want to know why it's been almost half a month and your lawyer Joe Wright hasn't come to you?" Emma Rosy paused i. Marisa Darcy watched her evil expresion and smiled: "Because, Alex hated you and destroyed all the evidence with his own hands." "......"

Dang! Emma Rosy's slender body swayed as if she couldn't stand. Marisa Darcy stepped forward on her heels to hold her, her eyes fixed on Emma Rosy's bulging belly: "Be careful , after all, you're just a baby-making tool in Alex's eyes! " The pain was so intense that Emma Rosy couldn't breathe. She pushed Marisa Darcy away, "Who are you to make me believe your bullshit!" She still had a slice of hope. Marisa Darcy looked down at Emma Rosy with pity, took out her phone from her latest limited edition Dior handbag and pressed the latest recording file to play in front of Emma Rosy. Emma Rosy bit her lip and stared at the screen of the phone in Marisa Miller's hand. A low, husky male voice rang out, "All evidence of Emma Rosy's affair is destroyed, never give her a chance to live." "When she gives birth to the child and goes to prison, find a random reason and sentence her to life in prison." "I want Emma Rosy's life to be worse than death--" This voice was all too familiar to Emma Rosy. Emma Rosy suddenly shifted in front of her eyes, and her father's voice seemed to ring in her ears. "Emma , how could you forget my death..."