Chapter 120 Mistakenly Entering the Love Shack
Emma suddenly shoved Matthew away hard, taking a step back to put distance between them.
She lifted her head, her clear eyes now razor-sharp with undisguised fury, "Did you take James?"
Matthew looked at her guarded and angry expression, his eyes darkening.
He didn't directly deny it, just said casually, "He's perfectly fine."
After a pause, he continued, "As long as you come with me, I'll arrange for you two to meet."
"Come with you?" Emma laughed bitterly, her chest heaving, "Matthew, we're on different paths. We can't work together."
"Elvin is a complete lunatic." Matthew's voice turned cold, with a trace of ruthlessness, "He won't let you go. I absolutely won't let you fall into danger again."
He stepped closer, his tone brooking no argument, "I've already set everything up. This time, I'll make sure he has nowhere to run, and end this threat forever!"
Emma's eyes grew colder, the fury in her heart almost erupting.
"You know that's not what I'm talking about!" She practically shouted, "You'd stoop to anything, even daring to kidnap my teacher! Matthew, are you still the Matthew I knew?"
If she hadn't received the email about James being kidnapped on her way to Lumaria, she wouldn't have detoured to Luminous City. This was a pre-planned trap.
"It's not like that!" Matthew immediately protested, his tone somewhat urgent, "Emma, I didn't kidnap the professor!"
He looked at her, trying to make her believe, "It was that lunatic Elvin who brought him to Luminous City, specifically to lure you here! I tracked his location all the way, and when I clashed with his men, I rescued the professor by chance."
"I knew you'd be anxious to see him, so I sent people to bring you over."
Emma looked at him coldly, her eyes full of scrutiny and doubt.
He sounded sincere, but she couldn't fully trust him right away.
But to say he'd be crazy enough to kidnap her teacher to threaten her—she felt Matthew wouldn't go that far.
"Tell me where James is now." Emma spoke, her voice without a trace of warmth, "I'll send my people to get him."
At her words, Matthew's face instantly darkened.
He grabbed her wrist in one swift motion, so hard it hurt.
"You must leave here with me!" he growled, his eyes filled with suppressed worry and unyielding firmness, "Otherwise, that mad dog Elvin will stop at nothing to kill you! He's gathered another group of mercenaries."
Emma forcefully shook off his hand, her eyes cold and distant, "Don't worry about me. If he dares hurt James, I won't let him go either."
Matthew looked at her stubborn expression and laughed coldly in frustration.
"You think Mr. West can protect you?" His tone dripped with mockery, "Don't be naive! He just wants to extract value from you!"
"Women to him are nothing but tools, even nuisances." Matthew paused, lowered his voice, and leaned close to her ear, saying word by word, "He doesn't like women, because he's gay, understand?"
Otherwise, he would have gone to snatch her the moment he knew she was at the castle, not wait until now.
Emma froze. He's gay? How hadn't she noticed? She even felt he had some ulterior motives toward her.
Matthew's eyes were sharp, with an air of seeing through everything.
"He's helping you this time only because he sees profit in it! That guy, I know him too well. As long as there's money to be made, he'd even sell air! Though he controls the wealthy district of Luminous City, he's a shrewd businessman!"
But Matthew never imagined that this time, Mr. West had actually sold his own identity, with a three-month transaction period!
"What kind of person he is has nothing to do with me. Tell me, where is James?" Emma's tone was resolute. Right now she only cared about James's safety.
Matthew looked at her stubborn attitude, his eyes flaring with anger, "Must you be so willful?"
His voice was full of disappointment and pain, "Before, when you protected Nicholas at all costs, I could overlook it! But this time, you don't get to choose!"
Before he finished speaking, a faint sweet fragrance suddenly drifted through the air.
Emma's alarm bells rang. She reacted immediately, quickly covering her nose and mouth.
It was Ylang!
But it was already too late. The Ylang reacted strongly with something in the cabin.
A powerful wave of dizziness hit her. Her legs went weak, and she could barely stand.
"Someone!" Matthew's face changed drastically as he shouted.
However, outside the cabin, no one seemed to respond.
Only then did Emma guess the true identity of this small cabin.
This was the famous Love Shack of Luminous City. Everything inside was carefully crafted to have an aphrodisiac effect.
Some young men and women liked to have sex here! Some newlyweds even set up their wedding chamber in this place.
She tried to walk, but her body went limp. Matthew rushed forward and caught her swaying body.
"Don't touch me!" Emma used all her strength to push him away.
"Matthew, did you do this?" She gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her last bit of clarity.
Matthew looked at her pale face and those eyes that remained stubbornly cold even in their daze, and an indescribable ache and pain rose in his heart.
"Emma..." His voice softened, full of pleading, "Come with me, okay? I can't lose you again."
He'd held back for so long. Now, he didn't want to restrain himself anymore.
He cupped her face that had haunted his dreams, and with an irresistible intensity, kissed her red lips.
An electric current shot through her limbs, tingling with unknown alarm.
Her lips were softer than he'd imagined; this kiss was so domineering she couldn't refuse.
This kiss was a declaration, a desperate plea, like a drowning person clutching driftwood.
A strange, aggressive sweet fragrance instantly seized all his senses.
"Don't... don't touch me!" She tried again, using all her strength to push against his solid chest, but he didn't budge.
Matthew's large hand gripped her slender waist. He too was being invaded by that scent, his body burning with intense desire.
He wanted to be intimate with her! Couldn't wait another moment!
His voice was low and hoarse, with a gravelly rasp, brushing against her ear.
"Emma..."
"Matthew, no... don't!" A strong wave of dizziness hit. Her hands and feet went soft and wouldn't obey. Her body slid down uncontrollably. An arm flashed across her waist like lightning, locking her in place like an iron hoop, pressing her tightly against him.
His body was burning hot—or perhaps it was her own skin on fire.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his scorching breath hitting her delicate skin in waves.
Then came burning lips, moving down along her neck, dense kisses triggering a series of tremors—not pleasurable enjoyment, but pure panic that made her soul shake.
"Don't do this." Her voice carried a sob as her hands kept pushing at him.
Just then, an urgent, alarming pounding on the door exploded, tearing through the suffocating atmosphere in the room.
The door was violently burst open from outside.
A figure appeared in the doorway, backlit by the hallway light—it was Sheryl.
Sheryl's gaze swept quickly between Emma and Matthew, who still held her tightly.
Then came Sheryl's sharp, urgent voice, "Matthew! Someone's coming after us! Let's go!"
Sheryl's appearance suddenly filled Emma's heart with renewed hope.
"Sheryl!" She reached out a slightly trembling hand, silently pleading for help.
Sheryl's gaze met hers for just one second. There was no warmth in it at all, making her heart turn cold.
Then Sheryl turned around, gripped the door handle, and pulled the door wider open, her expression as cold and hard as ice.
She wasn't here to save her—she was clearing the way for him.
Matthew didn't hesitate for a second. The arm around her waist suddenly tightened.
He grunted and scooped her up horizontally, effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing.
He strode forward with his long legs, incredibly fast, rushing out the door to two black luxury cars in front of the cabin.
He stuffed her into the back seat, his tall frame squeezing in after her, trapping her in the corner.
The car door slammed shut with a deafening bang.
The engine roared to life instantly. The tires scraped the ground with a piercing screech.
A huge force pushed them back. He reached out to hold her trembling body, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
"Matthew, let me... go." She knew what would happen in her current state if she was alone with him.
Her fear crashed wildly in her chest like a bird trapped in a cage.
"To the airport!" Matthew's voice was resolute. Once on the plane, she would belong to him forever.
...
Meanwhile, at the Red House.
"Speak up, what do you want to know?" The old man finally got to the point.
Evelyn quickly pulled out another sketch. On the paper was a handsome young man with sharp eyes.
The moment the old man saw that face, his eyes flickered and his voice even trembled slightly, "You... you're looking for him?"
"You know information about him? That's great!" Seeing his reaction, Evelyn's tone was urgent with barely suppressed excitement.
"Tell me, where is he? I'll make sure you're well compensated." Evelyn's heart was in her throat.
"He's at..."
The old man had only said half his sentence when the floor tile under Evelyn's feet flipped open without warning!
"Ah—!" Evelyn only had time to let out a short scream before she fell down, landing hard in a cold iron cage.
The sudden turn of events nearly scared Evelyn out of her wits. She frantically grabbed at the cage bars, shouting up at him, "Let me out! What do you want?"
The trapdoor above instantly closed.
Everything around her plunged into pitch darkness where she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. Not a sound remained, just dead silence.
The old man calmly picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number with practiced ease, his voice carrying suppressed urgency and excitement, "Sir, the lamb has walked in."
...
The black sedan sped along, its engine's roar tearing through the afternoon quiet.
They'd been driving for about ten minutes. Direction, the airport.
Matthew held Emma tightly in his arms, his thin lips occasionally pressing against her hair with burning heat.
"Almost there, Emma, we'll be at the airport soon."
"Just hold on a little longer." He soothed her in a low voice, but his voice carried suppressed hoarseness. That anxiety was even stronger than hers.
Emma in his arms had hazy eyes. He wanted nothing more than to lean over her body and possess her immediately!