If Loving You Is Wrong

Chapter １２

Emma Rosy snapped open her clarifying eyes and suddenly turned her head, her fingers gripping Marisa Miller's wrist:

"Marisa Miller, you have driven me to the brink, what more do you want to do?"

Because of her pregnancy, she avoids emotional ups and downs as much as possible.

But at this moment, Emma Rosy couldn't care less.

Marisa Darcy smiled. She broke Emma Rosy's fingers from her wrist one by one: "Emma Rosy, it's not that I want to push you to the edge, it's Alex, who won't let you go." "... Alex Brown." Emma Rosy mumbled, her eyes darkened. Marisa Darcy leaned close to her ear, repeating the words over and over as if hypnotized: "Emma Rosy, remember, it's Alex who hates you, and he wants you dead." "He hates me... hates me ......" Emma Rosy was like a lost child, not knowing what to do, hugging her body tightly in an attempt to draw a glimpse of warmth in this cold winter. "It hurts, my stomach hurts..."

The pain coming from her belly made Emma Rosy gradually lose consciousness. People around her gradually came together. Marisa Darcy stood up to leave, taking sunglasses out of her clutch bag and putting them on. She walks over to the trash can and throws away the cell phone. Looking back at Emma Rosy, Marisa Darcy sneers, "Idiot..." Marisa Darcy turned around and got into her red Porsche, buckled up and started the car. Looking at the receding landscape, Marisa Miller's red lips curved up into an icy arc.

If Alex Brown hadn't been so reluctant to divorce Emma Rosy, she wouldn't have lowered herself to deal with this i***t. The recording was just a fake, processed by software, and only an i***t like Emma Rosy would believe it. In front of the hospital trash can, someone approached and picked up the phone Marisa Darcy had dropped. He Laughs: "Maybe it's a key piece of evidence?"

When Emma Rosy opened her eyes in the hospital bed, she saw a snowy white world. The man's cold, harsh voice rang in her ears, "Emma Rosy, do you care so little about your own child?" Emma Rosy turned her head and looked at Alex Brown furiously. Her eyes were blank. Like a dead lake, devoid of life. Alex Brown met Emma Rosy's eyes and was stunned. In his mind, the words of the doctor and Marisa Darcyintertwined - "Mr. Brown, Miss Richard's will to live is weak, and pregnant women should not be worried, she is now in emotional turmoil, coupled with her extraordinarily poor health, she is already in a dangerous state, and there is a high risk that the baby will not be saved."

"Alex, I went to see Emma Rosy and told her I would accept her baby, but she said she wouldn't give me the baby." ...... Emma Rosy locked eyes with Alex Brown for a long time, she rolled over and turned her back to him, "What are you doing here?" Does he come to see how she lives and dies? The coolness in the woman's words made Alex Brown' gaze turn cold and he stepped forward to grab Emma Rosy's wrist, forcing her to sit up. Emma Rosy is weak, she leaned weakly against the white wall, looking at Alex Brown, with no sadness or joy in her eyes: "You've got everything you want, why don't you let me go?" "Let you go? Who will pay for my parents' death?" After eye contact, the strong possessiveness in Alex Brown' eyes makes Emma Rosy uncomfortable. She stubbornly turned her face away and looked out of the window at the overcast sky: "Alex Brown, let's get a divorce." Boom--! Alex Brown stared incredulously and clutched Emma Rosy's wrist: "What did you say, who gave you permission to divorce me?" Divorce, only he can propose. Who gave her the guts to say such words in front of him?

Emma Rosy smiled at Alex Brown as her wrist was shaken to the point of pain: "Haven't you always wanted to divorce with me? After you divorce me, you can marry Marisa Miller, and you two can grow old together." Yes, how wonderful. Alex Brown gritted his teeth, she was so anxious for him to marry Marisa Darcy and get rid of him? Alex Brown released his grip on Emma Rosy's wrist, stepped back and looked down at Emma Rosy, who was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed: "If you want a divorce, you're out of the house." "Okay."

The answer was quick, like a well-thought-out answer. Alex Brown was so angry that his back teeth were grinding together. "Since you want to get a divorce, I'll have the divorce papers sent tomorrow." Alex Brown looked at Emma Rosy, whose cheeks were pale, and the soft part in his heart was touched, and his words were soft: "Just don't regret it." Emma Rosy opened her eyes and smiled to herself, "Alex Brown, the thing I regret most in my life is marrying you, and getting my father killed." The wind outside the window rattled the glass, and the sky was cloudy. Alex Brown sneered, "Good, very good."

His eyes coldly swept over Emma Rosy's stomach,

"Give your baby to Marisa when it's born, and go to jail for the rest of your life for your so-called regret and repentance." Emma Rosy looked at the back of Alex Brown, and the long, silent corridor was dark. She protects her belly with her hand and raises her little face, her eyes firmly looking out the window,

"Baby, mommy won't let you stay with that woman." Even if the rest of my life, I can't grow up with you. I will never allow that woman to hurt you. At night, the streets were deserted. Alex Brown is driving a sports car, and he stares at the straight road ahead. For many years, he hadn't been as mad as he was now. "Alex Brown, let's get a divorce." "Alex Brown, Alex Brown, the thing I regret most in my life is marrying you, l and getting my father killed." Her words were like this midnight pouring rain, pouring down suddenly. "Bang--!" Suddenly the steering wheel turned, the front of the car uncontrollably crashed into the roadside tree. At once, the front part of the car was completely destroyed. Under such a huge stimulus, Alex Brown took out his cell phone and dialed the phone.

Marisa Miller's soft, sleepy voice rang out, "Alex, what's wrong?"

"I've been in a car accident, come pick me up." "What? A car accident!"

Marisa Darcy sat up from the bed, reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, and scrambled to get dressed, "Alex, wait for me, I'll be right over."

Alex Brown let out a soft muffled cry and hung up the phone. With the front of the car ruined and white smoke billowing from the rain, Alex Brown remembered Emma Rosy's words. Since she wanted him to be with Marisa Darcy, he would do as she wished. Marisa Darcy came to see the messy scene in front of her. She stumbled out of the car, unbuckled her seat belt and ran into the rain, calling out, "Alex, Alex..." "Here."

Alex Brown got out of the sports car, covered in wreckage, his clothes in disarray, his forehead seemingly still carrying blood that had crusted over from time. Marisa Darcy saw him and ran over to him , hugging Alex Brown' waist with red eyes. Alex Brown let her hold him, and after a while. Marisa Darcy let go of him and looked at Alex Brown: "Alex , how did you get into the accident?" Alex Brown has always been a very self-disciplined person, he rarely smokes, and he is even more impossible to race a car. Marisa Miller's heart alarmed, holding Alex Brown' hand which curled into a fist .