Chapter 42
Emily leaned against the cold glass window, her body trembling slightly from fear and anger.
No! She absolutely couldn't just sit here and wait for her doom! Even if it meant mutual destruction, she couldn't let James have his way!
Emily's eyes swept across the coffee table, where there was an ashtray and a vase—both would make handy weapons.
Just as she was lost in thought, the sound of running water in the bathroom finally stopped, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning.
Emily was extremely nervous now. Even the sound of the doorknob turning seemed exceptionally clear, just like her heartbeat at this moment.
James walked out, and Emily's eyes widened in horror before quickly shutting them.
What did she just see? James wasn't even wearing a towel—he just walked out like that, completely naked, without any covering.
Emily quickly covered her eyes and screamed in shock, "Are you crazy?"
But seeing Emily's terrified reaction only excited James more.
He walked toward Emily openly, showing an excited smile, "Ready?"
His tone was like someone who had caught prey with nowhere to escape, full of confidence in his victory.
Emily gritted her teeth. The moment James got close, she used all her strength to raise the ashtray hidden behind her back high and smashed it toward James's head.
"Go to hell!"
At the same time, she lifted her foot and kicked hard at James's shin. James clearly hadn't expected Emily to resist so fiercely and was stunned.
But he quickly reacted, hastily dodging his head to avoid the ashtray aimed at it, though his shoulder got hit, making him grunt in pain.
His shin also took Emily's kick solidly, and the sharp pain made him gasp.
"Bitch!" he cursed angrily, his eyes instantly turning vicious.
Emily seized the opportunity and raised her hand, slapping James hard across the face.
A crisp slap echoed in the room. James's face turned to the side from the impact, and clear finger marks quickly appeared on his cheek.
He touched his burning cheek, but instead of getting angry, the corner of his mouth curved into an even more chilling smile that looked somewhat twisted.
He licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with intensity, "Emily, you know what? I love it when you're feisty like this. The more you fight, the more I like it."
He seemed to treat Emily's desperate resistance as a form of flirting, and the pain only stimulated his desire to conquer.
Before Emily could strike again, he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Emily's arm. Ignoring her struggles, he bent down, picked her up, and walked toward the bed.
"Let me go! James, you bastard! Let me go! Do you hear me?" Emily screamed, kicking her legs wildly and grabbing at James's body, not caring where.
James didn't care at all. He walked to the large bed and put her down.
"Save your energy. You'll have plenty of time to scream later." His words were disgusting, but he seemed completely unaware.
Emily was thrown down, dizzy and disoriented. Before she could react, James had already climbed up and trapped her firmly beneath him.
"Wait!" Emily said to James's chest, her mind racing, "Let me take a shower first. After all, I just came back from outside, and I'm dirty. Just give me a few minutes."
"You still want to stall for time?" James raised an eyebrow, full of sarcasm.
His shrewd eyes seemed able to see through all of Emily's thoughts, seeing everything.
"Stop with this useless talk. I won't give you a chance. Besides, I don't mind."
He lifted his hand and grabbed Emily's chin, "Emily, stop wasting your energy. You can't escape tonight. Be good, and you'll suffer less."
He completely lost his patience and stopped listening to anything Emily said. He raised his hand to remove her clothes.
"Help!" Emily cried out for help, using all her strength to resist.
Her voice echoed in the sealed room, but couldn't penetrate the thick walls and door.
Just as Emily was falling into despair, there was suddenly urgent and forceful knocking at the door.
The moment the sound rang out, James's movements froze abruptly. He frowned, his face showing displeasure and annoyance.
Who was so tactless, coming to disturb him at this moment? How annoying.
What were those two bodyguards at the door doing? Getting paid so much every day, yet they couldn't even guard a door.
But James only hesitated for a moment, not getting up immediately, wanting to finish what he was doing first.
But the knocking grew louder, followed by shouting and sounds of collision from outside the door.
It was a man's voice, along with the commotion from his bodyguards.
James's expression finally changed.
Emily also heard the commotion outside. A faint glimmer of hope suddenly emerged from the depths of her despair.
She didn't know where the strength came from. Taking advantage of James's distraction, she suddenly bent her knee and used all her might to drive it hard into his groin.
James was caught off guard. The most vulnerable part of a man took a heavy blow—that kind of pain was beyond words.
In that instant, excruciating pain swept through his entire body. He curled up like a shrimp, rolled off the bed, clutching his groin, his face instantly turning pale, his lips trembling from the pain, unable to speak.
Emily took the opportunity to scramble off the bed and rush toward the door.
The door was pulled open from outside, and bright light from the hallway flooded in, making Emily squint.
A tall, upright figure appeared in the doorway. Behind him stood several uniformed police officers, and two bodyguards lying on the ground, groaning.
It was William!
Emily stared at him, hardly able to believe her eyes.
Her long-tensed heart finally relaxed. At the same time, the relief of surviving a disaster, the enormous grievance in her heart, and the lingering fear all rushed to her head together, making her eyes well up with tears.
William's gaze immediately fell on Emily.
In just a few hours, her hair was disheveled, her cheeks were red and swollen, her eyes filled with tears, her clothes were askew with her shoulder exposed, and there was an obvious red mark on her collarbone. She looked completely disheveled.
William's pupils suddenly contracted, and the intense anger already in his eyes instantly turned into a terrifying storm.
He pushed the wheelchair beneath him into the room, not even having time to see how many people were inside. He first took off his suit jacket and draped it over Emily, wrapping her up securely.