Chapter 11 Don’t Be Fooled by Her Appearance
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Emily frowned. They had obviously been happy with her during the interview. Could it be that they'd found someone who was a better fit for the job?
With that thought in mind, Emily didn't feel so bad.
That night.
Dylan had locked himself up in the study the moment he was back, seemingly busy with work.
Earlier that afternoon, Emily had asked Aunt Layla about the dishes that Dylan liked to eat and had personally cooked dinner.
Aunt Layla smiled. "Now that's what a wife is supposed to do."
Emily lowered her head and smiled perfunctorily. If it weren't for the fact that she wanted to ask him for a favour, she wouldn't even bother buttering him up.
Aunt Layla sighed. "Young Master's mother passed away when he was very young, and his father remarried. He rarely goes back there, but don't think that he doesn't care about anyone because he acts coldly."
Emily listened in silence.
"Miss Rose saved Young Master when they were children, and she's been by his side for many years now. He didn't like her before this, but his attitude completely changed when they came back from that overseas trip. You don't have to worry, though. After all, you're his wife." Aunt Layla patted Emily on the shoulder comfortingly.
Emily smiled bitterly. Honestly, she didn't have the right to comment on whom he chose to be with.
She and Dylan were married, but they were nothing more than strangers.
She knew this very well. She didn't expect anything from this marriage.
Emily glanced in the direction of the study and recalled the coffee that Brianna had prepared that morning. She asked, "Aunt Layla, where are the coffee beans? I want to make him some coffee."
Aunt Layla was happy that Emily was finally starting to take action. She took out the coffee beans and even told Emily, "Don't add any sugar or milk. Young Master doesn't like sweet things."
Emily nodded and was soon done. She poured it into a delicate coffee mug and brought it over to the study.
In the study, Dylan was on the phone. He looked rather irritated. "What's human resource up to? Is it that hard to hire a translator?"
He spoke many languages, but he truly knew nothing about Country A's language. After all, it wasn't a well-developed country, and this was a new project of theirs. If he couldn't communicate with them, how was he supposed to attend to all of the matters that were piling up?
"Tell the head of human resources that he only has a day to find someone. If not, tell him to get the h*ll out of here!"
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Dylan was at the peak of his anger when someone suddenly knocked on the door. He didn't bother suppressing his rage and said coldly, "Come in!"
Emily's heart sank. Was he mad?
She'd already knocked on the door, though. Even if he was, she'd have to stick it out.
Emily tried to keep her smile in place. "I made you some coffee."
Dylan's gaze slowly trailed from her face to the coffee she was holding. He narrowed his eyes. Just this morning, she'd avoided him like the plague.
Yet here she was, bringing him coffee.
What a fickle woman!
Dylan threw his phone onto the table and sat down. He wanted to see just what Emily was up to!
"I don't know whether it suits your tastes." Emily put the coffee down in front of him.
Dylan didn't move, but he relaxed into his chair.
Emily tried to sound cheery. "Why don't you give it a try?"
Dylan raised an eyebrow. He supposed he knew what was the reason for her sudden change.
He said mockingly, "Are you sucking up to me to ask about Frozen Bay?"
Emily was taken aback. She hadn't expected him to see through her so quickly.
Suddenly, Dylan grabbed Emily's chin. "Is this why the Davis family wanted you to marry me despite knowing that I'm paralysed?"
His grip was tight, and it hurt.
Emily opened her mouth to explain.
However, what could she say?
Could she tell him that she was nothing but a sacrificial lamb?
Would he believe her?
"I'm not..."
"Get out!" Dylan pushed her away.
Emily staggered backwards and accidentally knocked the coffee over. It spilt all over the documents on the table, and Dylan's expression became thunderous.
Emily hadn't expected things to turn out like this. She hurriedly tried to wipe up the coffee.
Dylan took the documents away and roared, "Are you deaf? I told you to get out!"
He really loathed people who wanted to curry favour with him like this!
Emily had no choice but to leave.
"Hold on. Take these things with you!" Dylan was annoyed at the sight of them.
Emily brought the coffee mug out with her.
After dinner, Dylan went straight back to his room.
Emily sighed. It would be hard for her to get close to him when he had such a terrible temper.
How could she possibly get her hands on that piece of land so that she could stand up to Mason?
After showering, Emily tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep. In the end, she got up.
She couldn't help feeling rather guilty when she recalled spilling coffee all over Dylan's documents.
She wanted to make up for it, so she went to his study.
Emily turned on the lights and saw that the damp documents were still on the table. Earlier on, she'd noticed that they seemed to be written in Country A's language.
There were some parts that were almost illegible because of the coffee.
She got some clean paper and copied the documents word for word. Emily knew that this language wasn't widely used, so she translated the documents as an apology. At least it'd make things easier for Dylan to understand.
There were several pages. When she was done, it was already three in the morning.
She put down her pen and rubbed her sore wrists. After arranging the documents in an orderly manner, she put them on the table and went to bed.
When Dylan got up for breakfast the next morning, Emily had yet to wake up. After all, she'd slept late the night before, and pregnant women needed more sleep than usual.
Dylan frowned. "Isn't she up yet?"
Aunt Layla lowered her eyes. "No. Isn't it weird for you to ask me that when she's your wife?"
How could Dylan not understand what Aunt Layla meant?
"Forget it." Dylan wasn't good at explaining things, even to Aunt Layla, who'd taken care of him since he was a child.
"Young Master, I know that you don't have any feelings for Miss Davis, but your mother was the one who arranged this marriage for you. Anyway, it seems to me that she does care about you. When she came back yesterday afternoon, she asked me about your favourite dishes. She cooked last night's dinner, you know. And she even made you coffee."
Hadn't she done all of that to get Frozen Bay for the Davis family?
How could she possibly care about him?
Dylan found this to be ridiculous.
He looked back at Aunt Layla. "Don't be fooled by her appearance."
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