Chapter 127 Why Bite Her?
This time it was Emily's turn to fall silent.
She rubbed her forehead helplessly.
How could she forget?
Alex had grown up being waited on hand and foot.
Housework? He'd never touched it in his life.
She used to take care of everything before.
Out of options, Emily just shoved the bedsheet at him: "Hold this end, I'll pull that end, fold it in half."
The man obediently stepped forward, reached out to grab the corner, and clumsily followed her movements.
He was nothing like the decisive Mr. Baker from the business world.
Seeming to notice her gaze, Alex looked up: "I can learn in the future."
Emily smiled faintly: "Mr. Baker can't even fold bedsheets. You'd better practice hard so you don't make things difficult for your future fiancée."
Alex paused, said nothing, though disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Soon, all the bedding was packed up.
Emily turned to look for a suitcase, but couldn't find one anywhere.
"There's no suitcase," she frowned. "It won't fit."
Alex said: "There's one in our... old bedroom."
Emily froze completely.
Was he talking about the large-capacity suitcase she'd specially bought before the divorce?
She'd originally planned to use it to take Grandma traveling, but never got the chance.
She thought it had been thrown away long ago.
The air instantly became awkward, a subtle tension stirring.
Emily quickly headed out: "I'll go get it."
She turned and walked into what used to be the master bedroom.
But as soon as she opened the door, she couldn't help but stop.
The room hadn't changed at all?
The curtains were still the flowing gauze with tassels she'd chosen back then.
He used to complain they were too flashy, saying they were tacky.
The aromatherapy by the bed was the cedarwood scent she liked.
He used to say he didn't like it.
Even on the nightstand, there was still their wedding photo.
Emily looked at it coldly, turned around, opened the closet, pulled out the suitcase and left.
In the next room.
Alex watched her emotionless face, saying nothing.
She was too calm.
Or maybe she really... didn't care anymore.
Emily grabbed the suitcase and quickly packed everything: "Done, let's go."
She didn't want to stay a minute longer.
"I'll take you back," Alex said quietly.
"Okay."
The two went downstairs in silence.
But just as the car left the Baker family estate, Emily suddenly spotted a familiar white Rolls-Royce by the road, "Matthew?!"
The car across had its hazard lights on.
Clearly, Matthew had come to pick her up.
A flash of displeasure crossed Alex's eyes. Why was he everywhere?
The next second, Emily was pushed back into her seat by sudden acceleration: "What are you doing? Are you crazy!"
Not only did he not slow down, he pressed harder on the gas.
Alex's expression was flat: "Taking you back, so Andrew won't worry."
Emily was speechless: "Stop the car, let me out."
"Stop so you can go find him?!"
Before she could unbuckle her seatbelt, her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.
Alex leaned over, giving Emily no chance to react, his arm pulling her directly into his embrace.
"Alex, let go!" Emily was both embarrassed and anxious, her cheeks burning hot.
Matthew was right there - what if he saw?
She struggled desperately, but only earned a tighter hold.
Alex's palm was burning hot, his fingers locked around her wrist: "I said, I'm taking you."
"Otherwise you're staying at the estate tonight, and you're not going anywhere!" His voice was low, with an unquestionable obsession.
"I won't! What right do you have to restrict my freedom? Alex, we're divorced, we have nothing to do with each other! If you keep harassing me like this, I'll report you."
"Report me?" Alex laughed quietly, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Whatever makes you happy. But I'm telling you, I won't let go!"
The moment the words fell, he grabbed her slender neck.
The next second, a sharp, stinging sensation landed.
"Ah!"
Emily tensed her spine as an electric current shot through her body.
She looked at him in disbelief: "Why did you bite me?!"
Alex's lips curved: "To teach you a lesson."
Emily immediately opened the makeup mirror - on her fair, slender neck was a glaring red mark.
"You..."
Bang!
Suddenly, the car door was yanked open.
"Matthew?"
Matthew pulled her out directly, not forgetting to protect her head.
Then he looked coldly at Alex: "Alex, that's enough! How much more are you going to bully her?"
Alex narrowed his eyes, an invisible danger spreading.
"Bully? You mean in bed, or just now?"
With that, he got out of the car and pulled Emily into his arms, looking at Matthew with eyes full of hostility: "Matthew, she's mine. It's none of your business."
"Yours?" Matthew laughed in anger. "Alex, if you really cared about Emmie, you wouldn't force her like this! You're already engaged to Grace, why won't you let Emmie go? Playing both sides - is that fun for you!"
Matthew's gaze fell on Emily's neck.
The red mark was especially obvious under the streetlight.
Matthew felt a stabbing pain in his eyes.
Emily was caught between two men, utterly exhausted.
She raised her hand to pull up her collar, covering the mark: "Don't worry about him, Matthew, let's go."
But Alex wouldn't let her: "I said I'm taking you."
Emily completely lost her patience: "Alex, are you sick or what! If we keep this up, it'll be dawn soon. Who has time to waste with you?"
"Ha." Alex's eyes churned with extreme possessiveness: "Emily, is this your first day knowing me?"
"You!" Emily was too angry to speak, so she just stopped bothering with him.
Matthew said coldly: "Mr. Baker, the Johnson family elders sent me to pick up Emmie. You wouldn't want to go against the elders' wishes, would you? Besides, my bond with Emmie runs much deeper than yours. You're already in the past."
Alex's expression instantly turned cold, the pressure around him frighteningly low.
Emily had a headache: "Matthew, let's go, I'm tired."
With that, she didn't spare Alex another glance and walked straight toward Matthew's car.
Matthew smiled: "Alright, let's go home."
Then he opened the car door for her.
Little did they know how piercing the scene of them "going home" together was.
Alex watched the car disappear into the night, the hostility around him almost tangible.
Bang!
He punched the car door, blood seeping from his knuckles without him even noticing.
"Emily..."
"You're mine."
He murmured her name in a hoarse, obsessive voice.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Grace clutched her phone, her face dark.
Today at the hospital, not only had she gained nothing, but that bitch Emily had completely stolen her chance to get close to the old lady!
If this continued, would there be any place left for her?