If Loving You Is Wrong

Chapter １３

Today, Alex went to see Emma Rosy.

He must have something to do with Emma Rosy. Alex Brown did not perceive Marisa Miller's difference, reached out and touched Marisa Miller's long, wet hair: "Go home, I still have to have my secretary prepare the divorce papers with Emma Rosy." "Alex ......" Marisa Darcy looked at him incredulously. "Okay, let's go home." Whatever happened to Emma Rosy and Alex, as long as Emma Rosy was completely out of Alex's world. So what if she acts like an i***t for a while.

As long as he still loved her. Alex Brown felt the warmth of his palm, but the smile of another girl came to his mind and lingered. He pulled Marisa Darcy into the car and called the police to clean up the mess. It rained hard for five days before it stopped. After the rain came sunshine, Emma Rosy looked at the divorce papers handed to her by Ken Cotillard, Alex Brown' secretary, with the familiar handwriting of Alex Brown' signature on the man's side, which made her eyes hurt. Emma Rosy took the black pen placed aside and wrote down her name on the female side.

Emma Rosy. The graceful handwriting and his name landed on a sheet of A4 paper, and they would never be relevant again from now on. "There."

Emma Rosy stopped moving her hands and the divorce papers were given to Ken Cotillard. Ken Cotillard looked at the stack of papers in his hands, sighed inwardly, and looked at Emma Rosy in front of him. She is no longer the arrogant young lady she was when he first joined the company. The only thing that spoke to the crowd was her bulging belly, which said she was pregnant. Emma Rosy noticed the expression on Ken Cotillard's face. After holding back for a long time, she still asked the question: "When will they get married?" "Mr. Brown was injured in a car accident a few days ago, the doctor told him to recuperate, the wedding date is not yet known." "Car accident?" Emma Rosy murmured, her heart still couldn't help but care about Alex Brown. Even though she had forced herself to stop loving him.

Ken Cotillard remembered Alex Brown' orders and dared not linger too long. "Miss Richard, take care of yourself." He took pity on Emma Rosy, but it was Alex Brown who rewarded him with a meal, and the entanglement between Alex Brown, Emma Rosy, and Marisa Darcy was not something he could interfere with. At most, he can only advise Emma Rosy to take care of herself. Emma Rosy smiled: "Thank you, goodbye." "Bye." Ken Cotillard took the papers in his hand and left, Emma Rosy stared at the papers in his hand, the divorce papers would be sent to the civil affairs bureau for stamping today. Now Alex Brown and her would really have nothing to do with each other. Ken Cotillard exits the hospital and reaches the underground parking lot, his feet stopping in front of the low-key, luxurious black Bentley. The window in the back seat of the car fell down, revealing the man's exquisite side face. "Is it done?" Alex Brown' voice was calm and cold, but revealed a sense of expectation for no reason. Ken Cotillard handed him the document in his hand, "Mr. Brown, everything has been done according to your instructions, and Miss Richard signed it."

Alex Brown gripped the paper with knuckles, his voice was always cold. And now it is colder than the cold winter wind. "She just signed off so calmly and didn't do anything? She didn't have anything for you to say to me?"

Ken Cotillard: "Miss Richard asked about the date of your marriage to Ms. Miller..." "Is that all?" "Yes ......" Ken Cotillard felt the appalling aura of his boss As Ken Cotillard was about to lose his breath, Alex Brown spoke , "Take this to the notary." Ken Cotillard froze and took the divorce papers: "Yes, Mr. Brown." Alex Brown stared at the dark road ahead and spoke to the driver, " go home." The car started up. Emma Rosy sees Joe Wright again, a month after the last time she saw him. Emma Rosy has been living in a simple duplex villa under the Wright Family's best efforts, but she is still surrounded by plainclothes police officers. But she is much freer than she was in the hospital. City A has entered the last month of the year. She was born prematurely, and her body was already delicate. She was a medical student and knew that she was in such a condition that she was just out of shape. Joe Wright changed into a pair of black and grey rimmed glasses, camel coat khaki sweater vest. Emma Rosy poured a cup of hot tea for Joe Wright and sat down , her good-looking slender hands holding the hot white cup of tea: "It's been a long time, I've been troubling you with all this lately." Joe Wright took a sip of tea and raised his eyebrows, teasing Emma Rosy: "Trouble? If I don't collect evidence for your case soon, my grandfather will have to pick my skin." Hearing Joe Wright's flirtation, Emma Rosy showed a rare smile for the past six months: "Isn't it only natural for a brother to help his sister out?" Brother, sister? Joe Wright listened to the young girl in front of him, and lifted his cup of tea to cover the inexplicable emotions in his blue eyes. From the first moment he saw Emma Rosy, he had never thought of her as a sister. Putting down the cup in his hand, Joe Wright took out a cell phone and put it in front of Emma Rosy, "Does it look familiar?"

"This ......" It wasn't the phone that played her the recording when Marisa Darcy came to see her that day.

Emma Rosy looked at Joe Wright with her eyes open and confused. She looked confused, her eyes were like the deer saved by the teenager Joe Wright, confused and at a loss. Joe Wright explained to Emma Rosy, "I picked this in the hospital trash bin." Emma Rosy opened this phone and listened to the recording again. After a moment, she lowered her eyes: "Is this the critical evidence?" "Yes." Joe Wright saw her eyes lowered in contemplation and knew what Emma Rosy was thinking,

"You're afraid this will affect Alex Brown?" Emma Rosy gave a soft hmm. Joe Wright's eyes flashed with anger, what a stupid woman, Alex Brown, that man is so heartless to her, and she still thinks for him. Stupid ! Emma Rosy thought for a moment, raised her small face and asked Joe Wright, "Without this evidence, what is the success rate of the appeal?" "Zero--" Joe Wright's tone was bad, he was really going to be angry with this woman. Looking at Emma Rosy's tangled little face, Joe Wright took a sip of water, his slender fingers tapped the table. Emma Rosy blinked and looked at Joe Wright with puzzled black and white eyes. "Are you kidding me?"

"I don't know," Joe Wright raised his eyebrows, his bright blue eyes under his gray-black glasses full of narrowness. "You're so stupid. I don't know how your father raised you." "......" At the mention of her father, Emma Rosy's apricot eyes fill with sadness. To this day, she does not know where he is buried.

As a daughter, she is really unfilial. Joe Wright was sensitive to the lonely mood of Emma Rosy, who was sitting opposite him. His heart felt uncomfortable and he really didn't like this feeling. "What are you thinking? Pay attention. There will be a court appeal soon." "Stop it."