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What was her identity in this place? A mistress? A lover?
“What do you mean?” A hint of pain flashed across her face, which was completely captured by Baron Stuart. He watched her calmly and asked.
Emily paused for a moment, then lowered her eyelids sadly and whispered, “It’s nothing.”
In the end, she chose not to say anything.
She was afraid that once she spoke, it would mean something — did she care about him? Or did she care about his fiancée?
But why should she care, and what right did she have to care about these things…
She knew that some things were better hidden than spoken…
She hesitated to speak, and her sad expression left Baron Stuart unable to guess what was suddenly wrong with her.
Staring at her for a long time, Baron Stuart suddenly stood up and walked towards her.
“Tell me, what’s wrong with you?” He reached out to lift her chin, forcing her to look at him. His plain tone was filled with an irresistible assertiveness.
At his interrogation, Emily hesitated for a moment, then said, “I just want to move out and live my own life.”
Hearing this, Baron Stuart’s originally deep corners of his mouth suddenly lifted into a smile, “Let’s make a bet. If you lose, you’re not allowed to mention moving out again.”
“What…” Emily was stunned.
“As long as you can refuse me, I’ll let you go.” Baron Stuart spoke again, his sexy thin lips curled up slightly.
Looking at the confidence in his eyes, Emily’s face was full of confusion, frowning, “What kind of bet?”
Baron Stuart just smiled, and in the next second, his sexy thin lips touched down gently, sealing a kiss on Emily’s lips.
Whenever he kissed her, Emily would fall deeply into it, unable to break free.
After their passionate kiss, she gasped for air, not daring to imagine if he hadn’t let her go, would she have suffocated.
“You agreed to the bet, so be good and live here from now on.” Having said that, Baron Stuart smirked charmingly and headed towards the second floor.
Emily, still dumbfounded in place, hadn’t realized what had just happened for a moment. What was that about a bet and losing? What had she betted on?
A moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, looking at the figure on the staircase to the second floor. This man actually used this trick!
Despicable, despicable!
Just like that, Emily was inexplicably imprisoned by his side…
Another weekend, a bored Emily sat by the swimming pool, enjoying the summer afternoon with a romance novel in hand, to pass the time on this weekend without work.
Lifting her gaze from the book, she stared blankly ahead. It seemed like it had been a long time since she had seen her little brother…
No, she had to find out her little brother’s whereabouts today!
Closing the book in her hand, Emily suddenly stood up, quickly walked to the living room in her slippers, and headed for the staircase.
As she reached the living room and was about to go upstairs, the doorbell rang at this time.
Hearing the sound, she stopped in her tracks and looked puzzledly at the grand entrance. At this time, Mrs. Noelle had already gone to open the door. As the door opened, a middle-aged woman and a young girl were standing there.
The middle-aged woman was dressed in noble luxury, and with her appearance and figure, she looked no older than her thirties or forties. She was Baron Stuart’s mother, Vivian Ferguson.
Standing next to her was Camila Walker.
“Madam?” Mrs. Noelle was clearly surprised by her presence.
Usually, the madam rarely came to the young master’s private residence. Seeing Mrs.. Noelle, Vivian Ferguson smiled politely, “Where is Baron Stuart?”