Kiss Craze: My Little Wife

The crystal chandelier's light spilled out like a sea of luxury. Among the socialites and celebs, the clinking of glasses created a rhythm.

This was the swankiest hotel in Emerald City, and tonight, it was all about the "Love & Hope" charity dinner.

In the shadows, a group was quietly searching the place, whispering to each other.

"Quick! Ms. Emily Johnson went that way!"

"Mr. Aiden Johnson said we have to bring her back tonight."

"Don't let anyone else know!"

"Got it."

On stage, a famous actress in a sizzling red dress belted out love songs, cranking up the vibe.

Down below, the guys raised their glasses, but their eyes kept sneaking glances at the main table. There sat James Smith, the youngest business tycoon in Emerald City.

James rocked a perfectly tailored black suit, with a low-key but super expensive sapphire brooch on his collar. Unlike the others, he was in a wheelchair.

He held a glass of champagne in one hand and casually scrolled through his phone with the other. His handsome face was blank, his deep eyes seemed to see through all the BS, and he had this vibe that kept people at arm's length.

"Mr. Smith, here's the donation summary for tonight." The charity dinner's organizer, a middle-aged woman dripping in jewels, handed James a document with a forced smile. "Anything you'd like to add?"

James didn't even glance at her. He just said, "Whatever."

The woman's smile froze, but she quickly recovered, laughing nervously, "Okay, Mr. Smith. These are minor details; you don't need to worry about them."

James ignored her, eyes glued to his phone, radiating an unsettling aura.

The woman scurried away, scared of ticking him off.

Just then, James frowned at a text from his assistant, Robert Davis.

Robert: [Mr. Smith, we found the person you were looking for. She's Emily Johnson, the second daughter of the Johnson Family, a twenty-year-old college student.]

Robert: [A month ago, she saved you at Crystal Cliff. You were out cold, and she had to give you medicine by mouth. It wasn't on purpose.]

Robert: [Can you let her off?]

Each message hit James hard, stirring up feelings in his usually calm heart.

His fingers twitched, wanting to reply, but he hesitated, remembering something.

"We found her; Ms. Johnson is over there!" Two big bodyguards pushed through the crowd, heading straight over.

Suddenly, a graceful figure stumbled into James's arms.

James looked up and locked eyes with the woman, momentarily stunned. She looked just like the photo Robert had sent him.

It was Emily!

A familiar feeling washed over him, taking him back to a month ago when he fell off the cliff. He remembered the soft touch of her lips, with a faint scent of medicine.

James instinctively reached out to support her, his fingers brushing against her slender waist, sending a strange current through his body.

"Sorry, sir, I need your help!" Emily blurted out, hugging James and burying her head in his chest.

"She was just here!" A bodyguard passed by, and Emily clutched James's clothes tightly, her breathing quick and anxious.

"Look, she's over there!" Another voice called out, and several bodyguards rushed towards a corner of the banquet hall.

Once they were gone, James glanced down at Emily, who seemed to relax a bit.

"Sorry for the trouble!" Emily quickly pulled away, scanning the room nervously. "Thanks a lot, but I gotta go. Bye!"

But James grabbed her wrist. "You think you can just use me and leave?"

His voice was low and smooth, like a cello's notes, resonating in Emily's ears.