Seeing Emily Parker’s reply of "I don’t believe it either," Carlos unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone, his brows knitting into a deep furrow. Official source is novel_fіre.net
Tonight, already preoccupied with his grandfather’s issues, his mood was overshadowed and utterly gloomy.
And Emily’s seemingly simple words were like salt thrown on a throbbing wound, weighing his heart down even more heavily.
He understood deep down that Emily’s disbelief in love was probably because of Adam Willow.
That man was like an insurmountable hurdle in Emily’s heart.
Even though Adam Willow had done so many things to wrong her, betrayed the feelings they once shared, and was now on the verge of marrying another woman, Emily still couldn’t let go and remained entangled with the one who had hurt her so deeply.
Thinking of this, Carlos’s eyes darkened instantly, filled with rage.
What kind of eyes does that woman have?
In which aspect does Adam Willow surpass him?
An unquenchable anger surged within him, and with a sense of defiance, he threw the phone aside forcefully, then reached for the bottle on the table, tipping it back for a big gulp.
The spicy liquid ran down his throat, burning his insides, yet it couldn’t dispel the vexation in his heart.
After sending the message, Emily Parker leaned against the headboard, her gaze somewhat hollow, her mood weighed down.
She couldn’t help but think about her situation and the Old Master, truly sharing the same fate. Since childhood, the terrible state of her parents’ marriage was like a persistent nightmare, making her skeptical and resistant to those so-called romantic love stories from the bottom of her heart.
Once, she thought she truly liked Adam Willow, but now, in a calm reflection, she realized it was merely out of obedience to her mother’s last wish.
Upon discovering Adam Willow was not a good match, though she was unsettled, she wasn’t too heartbroken or upset.
Instead, it was Carlos; the more time she spent with him, the less she understood her feelings towards him.
Emily let out a light sigh, only to feel her throat scorching, realizing she hadn’t had a chance to drink water after a busy evening. Looking at the time, the servants at the estate should already be asleep.
She got up, threw on a coat, and directly went downstairs.
As she walked into the living room, under the dim light, she noticed someone slumped over the bar counter.
Emily took a few steps closer, calling softly after recognizing the person’s face.
Her eyes fell on the empty wine bottles beside him, her brows slightly furrowing.
She gently reached out to shake Carlos, intending to wake him. But as soon as her hand touched Carlos’s shoulder, he suddenly grabbed her.
The man who seemed unconscious a moment ago suddenly sobered up.
With astonishing strength, he held Emily’s hand tightly, and the next moment, she felt her body pressed against the bar counter with immense force.
The man’s warm, alcohol-laden breath hurriedly exhaled onto her face, making her heartbeat accelerate abruptly.
The dim and warm light, like a thin veil, softly spilled over the bar counter.
At this moment, their shadows overlapped, the air was filled with the scent of alcohol.
Carlos, half-squinting, his eyes dazed by alcohol yet conveying persistence and fervor, locked onto Emily.
He slowly raised his hand, his fingers long and distinct, moving softly yet with irresistible force, lightly brushing across Emily’s cheek, the warmth from his fingertips like an electric current, causing her skin to heat slightly.
"Let’s see where you run this time, Ghost Doctor."
Carlos’s voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, he leaned in slightly, his thin lips pressed against Emily’s ear, his warm breath sprayed across her neck.
This sentence was like a bombshell, exploding in Emily’s heart.
Her pupils dilated instantly, a flash of panic and shock on her face, her heartbeat skipping a beat, as if time stood still at this moment.
Her mind went blank, leaving only one thought echoing incessantly, he? Recognized her!
A crisp sound shattered the tense and ambiguous atmosphere.
It was Maria Carter, who had come downstairs to grab a glass of milk, but was stunned by the scene before her.
The milk cup slipped from her hands, shattering on the ground, milk splattered everywhere, while Maria stood in shock, eyes wide with surprise written all over her face.