My Secretive Fragile Wife

Chapter 9 Interviewing to Be a Translator

"What do you want me to say?" Emily didn't know how to continue with the conversation.

Was she supposed to say, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have had an engagement with Dylan and come between the two of you"?

How hypocritical that'd be!

Moreover, it was an engagement that their mothers had agreed on. What could she do about it?

Dylan narrowed his eyes at her and approached her slowly, his aura oppressive. Emily subconsciously took a step back. "I haven't done anything to offend you, have I?"

Brianna stepped forward and held his arm. "Dylan, don't be mad. It's all my fault for saying such things. I shouldn't have come here so soon. You get some rest, okay? I'll head home."

"You're not the one who should leave." Dylan held her hand and pulled her upstairs.

Brianna couldn't help feeling delighted. Though Dylan had explicitly said that he would be with her, he'd never taken things a step further.

His actions today made her feel overjoyed.

After all, Brianna wasn't the woman from that night. She would only be able to truly hold on to Dylan if they were to actually sleep together.

Emily didn't watch them. She merely walked into her room silently.

Brianna turned back and happened to catch sight of Emily's figure from the back. She looked frail and slender, and Brianna suddenly felt that she was uncannily like the girl from the night.

That night, she'd suppressed her jealousy and sent a virgin onto Dylan's bed, but that was her limit. She didn't want to see the girl that Dylan would be sleeping with.

She'd only caught a hurried glance of the girl's frail figure as she'd left.

It was no wonder that she felt that Emily was familiar.

So it wasn't something that she'd imagined.

At the thought of Emily possibly being the woman from that night, Brianna couldn't help feeling anxious.

There was no way she'd allow Emily to stay by Dylan's side.

She couldn't give Dylan a chance to notice that something was wrong.

After all, Emily was someone that he'd been intimate with.

When they stepped into the bedroom, Brianna threw aside her dignity and wrapped her arms around Dylan's toned waist. She leaned against his chest and said coquettishly, "Dylan, make me your woman again."

After that, she leaned in for a kiss. Dylan looked at her, but he wasn't the slightest bit tempted by her initiative.

Aside from that one night, he didn't desire her at all!

Just before Brianna's lips met his, Dylan turned his head away.

"It's getting late. We should rest." Dylan tugged at his collar, feeling a little irritated.

He wasn't sure why. Maybe he was frustrated by the lack of desire that any normal man should have had.

Brianna clenched her fists, looking rather aggrieved. "Dylan, do you not like me?"

"Don't overthink things." Dylan wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said lowly, "Spend the night here."

Brianna was a woman. She knew very well what it meant when a man wasn't interested in her body.

She lay down on the bed obediently, but her eyes were red with unshed tears.

It was obvious that she felt wronged, but she was trying her best to suppress herself.

This moved Dylan. That night, she'd been like this as well. No matter how he tormented her, she'd never even made a sound.

His heart softened. He tucked her into bed and sat by the bed. "Don't overthink things. Once we're official, I'll definitely make you mine."

Brianna nodded. She'd been by his side long enough to know that even if he didn't love her, he'd still take responsibility for her.

Dylan took his coat off and strode out of the room. He went downstairs and threw his coat on the sofa before flopping onto it. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and leaned his head back on the sofa, looking a little tired.

The next morning.

When Emily walked out of her room, she saw Dylan reading the newspaper as he sat at the dining table. Brianna seemed to know him very well and had prepared a pot of black coffee for him.

Breakfast was ready. Emily tried not to attract attention to herself and sat down at the other end of the table silently.

Aunt Layla brought out some eggs and frowned at Emily's weak attitude. Emily was Dylan's legally married wife, so why was she acting so lowly in front of a mistress?

Aunt Layla deliberately said loudly, "Madam, you should sit next to Young Master."

Huh?

Emily looked up.

Dylan put down his newspaper as well.

Their eyes met, and they were both taken aback. Emily couldn't help feeling nervous when she recalled how frostily Dylan had looked at her the night before.

Dylan's mother had passed away when he was very young and Aunt Layla had basically raised him.

He was very respectful of her.

This was why Aunt Layla had spoken so casually.

Since this was only a marriage of convenience, Emily didn't think that she had the right to interfere in his personal life. She finished her breakfast and said with a smile, "I'm done. You guys enjoy yourselves."

Based on what had happened the night before, Emily could tell that Dylan cared about Brianna a lot. It'd be better for her to do the smart thing and stay away.

She hurried away, almost as if she was being chased by some ferocious beast.

Dylan narrowed his eyes as he watched her hurry away.

Brianna pulled herself out of her thoughts and said lowly, "Maybe she's not too used to me being here. In future...

Dylan put a glass of milk down in front of her. "She'll be gone after a month."

Brianna lowered her eyes. Even a month was much too long for her.

Emily went back to her room and checked her phone. She'd gotten a reply for the message that she'd left on LinkedIn.

She'd secured an interview. Once Dylan and Brianna were gone, Emily left as well.

The Pixel Corporation was a towering building with a majestic aura.

Emily stood in front of the building and took a deep breath before walking in.

She hadn't graduated from university. It wouldn't be easy for her to find a job, so she really wanted this to work out.

There were plenty of people waiting for their turn. They were all dressed professionally and looked like they were well prepared. On the other hand, Emily was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. She stood out like a sore thumb.

She didn't look like she was here for an interview.

Emily ignored the strange glances that people shot at her. She stood in her corner silently while waiting for her turn.

Close to an hour later, it was finally her turn.

She couldn't possibly say that she had experience washing dishes or delivering papers, and she hadn't completed her education. That was why she didn't even have a resume.

The interviewer frowned at her complete lack of experience. "How do you know how to speak Country A's language?"

After all, it wasn't a largely spoken language.

This position had been vacant for a long time.

Emily clenched her fists as she thought about her past. "I used to live there. I picked it up so that I could communicate with the locals better. I can read, write, and speak the language..."

This voice...

Brianna passed by the interview area with some documents in hand. When she heard this familiar voice, she looked in the direction it was coming from and saw Emily. Her heart jolted.