Chapter 67

Emily's Pov:

　　I coudn't belive the person standing in front of me was the one whom I had know almost half of my life. I rubbed my eyes and blinked twice to confirm my suspicions.

　　She chuckled at my reaction, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it, her beautiful innocent smile reminding me of her real quiet side.

　　"How are you, Mrs Emily Jones! Well. Well! Who would've thought you two would get together so early. I always thought I would have to beat Edwrad to knock some real sense into his puddle mind that how much you love muhhh-" I covered her mouth instantly, my eyes wandering around the room to make sure nobody heard it.

　　"Oh my god! I can't belive you are Rose! Is it really you, Rose!" I yelled, my hands touching her black jacket and a hoodie to confirm.

　　"Yeah yeah!! it's me. Totally me. Infact, how about I show you my identity card! Or visa? Or anything else, Sir Emily!"

　　I smacked her playfully, "You've changed a lot. Totally! You didn't speak a word before and see you now speaking like a parrot!"

　　She waved her fingers in air.

　　"Well well!! The air of New York changes the mind of a pious person offering them a talking tongue in discount! So, how's you doing! Where is that dear husband of yours!" Her eyes wandered a little to find Edward when she winced a little and put her hands over her stomach.

　　"Rose! Rose! Are you okay!?"

　　She placed her hands on my shoulder "I'm fine, it's your fucking bodyguard, and his fucking hard leathery legs! He sure kicks like a damn dick of a man!"

　　"Oh my Jesus! Did he hurt you, Rose? Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital!?"

　　"No way! I'm fine! On the contrary, I must ask you to take him to the hospital cause we fought hard on your garden, while I kicked and punched him on his stomach. I ended up planting him in the mud before climbing the floors of your house so he must be kinda stuck there as I remember.... kicking his face after stuffing his ass in stoamach! Such a weak duckling he is!"

　　Just then, heavy footsteps hurried to the stairs, opening the door in a haste.

　　Micheal stood there, holding his earpiece in his ears, commanding something. "Be alert, everybody! Burglar invaded the area! I want everybody report to me, in the house, right now!"

　　He clicked his watch, a loud beep coming, and when he turned towards us, my eyes widened, a loud gasp escaped my mouth before I could prevent it. His young handsome face was swollen from the side, a clear mark of a heavy punch on his left hand cheek which was turning blue, his brown hairs all disheveled and his movements seemed tired and restricted.

　　He looked at me, "Mrs Jones, I'm afraid your safety is endangered-"

　　Rose turned around to face him, crossing her arms across her chest cooly.

　　Michael's eyes widened in shock, surprise and horror before he raised his index finger at her like a five year old pointing at the thief who stole his candy.

　　"You! How dare of you to come here! Mrs Emily stay away from her!"

　　Immediately, he gripped her gun from his side and pointed the metallic barrel at her.

　　"Don't move otherwise I'll shoot! Here everyone. She is in here.!!Yes yes.. In Sir's bedroom!" He yelled in her earpiece, glaring daggers at Rose.

　　Quickly I tried to speak out the misunderstanding when Rose waved her hand at me to tell me she was okay while Michael took it as a danger sign and with a clear "plick" removed the safety from his gun.

　　Rose remained cool and composed, her arms still across her chest, a beautiful smile adorning her features. She took one step, staring continously at Michael, then took another, then another, as if daring Micheal to shoot who stood there, looking at her as if he coudn't belive his eyes that a girl was challenging him..

　　It was too late when he flinched to realise that his gun was pointing at her chest now which he hurriedly pointed at her face to protect the remnant of his male dignity. Rose raised her hand, Michael's fingers around the trigger tightened and my head snaked around the room to get a closer view of their encounter.

　　"Well well. Scared are we!?" Micheal exclaimed with smugness, his gun now pointing at her neck, making Rose to tilt her head backward in air.

　　I was holding my breath all this time which came out as a squeal when Rose, to all our surprises, raised her arms to wrap them around Michael's neck and leaned towards him just as I leaned my head towards them to peek further.

　　His grip on his gun loosened a little as Rose leaned more to whisper something on his ear, his cheeks turning a shade darker at her words and I just gaped at the scene in front of me when Rose titled her head to kiss him lightly on his cheeks, this time his grip on his gun tightened and he once again pointed the barrel at her face.

　　But he stopped midway when a similar weapon was pointed at the back of his head, digging into his hairs. My hands flew to my face to whisper a small "oh" seeing her holding the gun of her own.

　　How the hell did she own a gun!?