Chapter 5 Wedding Night
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Emily seemed to guess Aunt Layla's intention. She merely smiled without explaining anything.
This was just a deal between herself and Dylan. She didn't have the right to interfere in his personal matters.
In fact, Emily felt more at ease with his absence.
Emily only saw that the room was decorated in shades of black and white when she walked in. It was simple yet exquisite.
"This is the Young Master's room." Aunt Layla smiled. Since they were married, they had to sleep in the same room.
Emily opened her mouth but found that she couldn't bring herself to say anything. She could only nod in agreement.
It was her first night in a new environment, and it wasn't easy for her to fall asleep. Emily leaned against the bed and scrolled through LinkedIn, trying to find herself a job. She could only be at ease once she had a job and had the ability to take care of Ellen and her baby.
Hmm?
Emily came across a company recruiting a translator. What was odd about this was that they wanted someone who spoke Country A's language.
That was the country that Mason had shipped her and Ellen off to. It was a tropical, underdeveloped country, and not many people would've learned to speak their language. After all, most people would choose to pick up a more popular language.
The salary and benefits offered were pretty good, so Emily submitted her personal details.
...
After that, she put her phone away and lay down to sleep.
The moonlight poured in through the window, filling the room with a gentle glow.
As Emily fell deeper into sleep, a Maybach drove into the villa's compound.
A tall, sturdy figure stepped out of the car and strode into the villa. His footsteps were not as steady as they usually were.
He tugged at his collar, his throat feeling a little dry. He walked into the room and got himself a glass of water. His dark eyes were tinted red with tipsiness. He'd had a lot of hard liquor while at a business gathering, and he'd had a few glasses of red wine during Brianna's birthday celebration.
Despite being able to hold his liquor well, he couldn't help feeling a little drunk.
He took his coat off and threw it onto the sofa. Instead of heading towards the bathroom, he headed straight for the bedroom.
The lights were off and it was dark, but he knew where the bed was.
He flopped onto the bed.
Deep in her sleep, Emily seemed to sense something, but she quickly settled down.
Early the next morning.
Wisps of golden light lit the room up.
On the bed, Emily was curled up in Dylan's arms as they slept soundly.
They looked like a pair of sweet lovers.
Dylan's eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes. His head pounded because of his hangover, and he needed a shower to wake himself up. He was about to get out of bed when he realised that something was weighing him down.
He turned and saw a woman curled up in his arms.
Her hair poured out over his arm silkily, and her fair skin glowed. Her cherry lips were parted slightly as she breathed evenly.
His gaze slowly trailed downwards over her slender neck and delicate collarbone. It stopped on her chest, where he could vaguely see her breasts through the collar of her pyjamas.
Her chest, which rose and fell with her breathing, was rather seductive.
Dylan's Adam's apple bobbed subconsciously. He'd never had such a reaction even towards Brianna, yet here he was, reacting to a woman that he'd only met twice.
He frowned, seemingly extremely displeased with this uncontrollable physical reaction. At the same time, he couldn't bring himself to avert his gaze.
Emily dreamt that she was on the safari, where a fierce lion was staring right at her. It seemed like it was going to swallow her whole at any second.
This startled her out of her slumber.
However, the moment she opened her eyes, she met a deep gaze that also had a hint of forced calmness.
Her mind went blank for a moment.
Emily suddenly widened her eyes and covered her chest before blurting out, "What, what are you doing in my bed?"
Dylan calmly retracted his gaze and slowly lifted the sheets. "This is my bed."
Emily wanted to retort, but she forced herself to swallow her words when her eyes swept over the unfamiliar room.
"Weren't you supposed to be celebrating your girlfriend's birthday? Why'd you come back?" Emily got out of bed and stood to one side.
There was a hint of accusation in her tone.
She'd heard from Aunt Layla that he wouldn't be back the night before and had let her guard down. As a result, she'd fallen into such a deep sleep that she hadn't even heard him come into the room.
She'd actually slept in the same bed as Dylan.
Emily's face burned at the thought of her spending the night in his arms.
She lowered her head.
Dylan started to unbutton his shirt. He hadn't taken his clothes off from the night before, and the stench of the alcohol made him feel uncomfortable. He glanced at Emily and smirked. "How can a girlfriend's birthday be more important than my wedding night?"
Emily was speechless.
This was nothing but a deal, and they weren't truly married. What sort of wedding night was he talking about?
Dylan took his shirt off.
Emily quickly turned away. He was actually stripping in front of her?
Since that night, she'd been especially repulsed by all men and couldn't stand even coming into close contact with them.
She panicked. "I... I'll leave you to it."
After that, she ran out of the bedroom.
Dylan ignored her and continued stripping before stepping into the bathroom.
He needed to take a shower to wake himself up.
After about an hour, Dylan stepped out of the bathroom with his hair still damp and mussed up. He had a loosely tied white bathrobe on and it showed off his muscled chest.
He strode towards the wardrobe and opened it. He reached in to take out his clothes when he noticed a bag with a sunflower printed on it in there.
He paused. Did this belong to that woman? How childish could she be?
Moreover, she'd been rude enough to stuff her things into his cupboard.
He frowned slightly. As he pulled his clothes out, he accidentally knocked her bag over.
It wasn't zipped, so the things inside fell out. They were things such as clothes and basic necessities.
He squatted down to pick them up when he noticed an ultrasound.
"Emily Davis, female, 18 years old, six weeks pregnant."
She was pregnant?
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