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Who would dare to turn off the lights in his room when everyone knows he doesn’t like dimness?
Raising his hand to turn on the light in the room, it instantly lit up. Perhaps because he drank too much, his chest felt stuffy, and his mood was extremely irritated. Now he just wanted to lie down on the bed and rest for a while.
But just as he was about to sit on the edge of the bed and lift the thin quilt, his hand touched not bedding, but…smooth skin.
The delicate touch told him that such smooth, soft skin could only belong to a woman.
Yet, why would a woman be in his room, let alone on his bed?
At this time, the person on the bed seemed to have woken up, her brows furrowed and she appeared a bit uneasy.
Baron Stuart’s mood was already terrible today, but for some reason, he suddenly had a lot of patience. He wanted to see how this woman had climbed onto his bed and slept so soundly!
Emily Walker furrowed her brows in discomfort and then slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing.
At the moment she opened her eyes, an exceedingly handsome face appeared, and for a moment, sleepy Emily was almost entranced…
Indeed, such a good-looking man seemed like something that could only exist in dreams. How could there be such an attractive man in reality!
Seeing the woman lying on his bed staring at him, Baron Stuart expressionlessly spoke, “Have you seen enough?”
Huh? He’s talking to her? Those who look good must have nice voices as well…
Emily didn’t reply. Instead, she slowly extended her fair-skinned arm with a dazed smile, stretched her fingers and gently touched Baron Stuart’s stunningly beautiful face.
This good-looking man had to be touched to see if he was real!
Wow, it felt so good, his skin seemed even smoother than a woman’s.
Seeing the jade-like hand stretching towards him, Baron Stuart was a bit stunned. In his 28 years, no woman other than his mother had dared to come this close to him, let alone touch him.
Grabbing the hand that was wandering randomly on his face, Baron Stuart’s expression turned cold, and he asked, “Who sent you?”
Huh? Emily was startled. The man was talking again; but now his voice was so cold that she felt like she wasn’t in a quilt, but on an iceberg!
Emily’s silence caused Baron Stuart to grip her hand tighter, so tight that she felt pain!
This wasn’t right! Wasn’t this a dream? How could she feel pain!?
“Not going to speak?” Baron Stuart’s gaze narrowed, staring directly at the woman in front of him.
“Say…what?” Emily seemed completely sober now, and looked at the man before her with a hint of fear. She had never seen this man before, and felt an overwhelming pressure from him that made it difficult for her to breathe.
Especially the inherent noble aura emanating from him, it made her somewhat apprehensive and tense.
“Who sent you?” Today, the young Lord had an unusual amount of patience, so he repeated the same question as before.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the young Lord was slightly stunned; it had never happened before that he would repeat the same words twice.
Emily looked puzzled at the man’s words and furrowed her brows in confusion, then looked around the unknown room.
Following that, Emily was dumbfounded. What kind of place was this!? How did she end up here?
Emily’s eyes widened, she looked back at Baron Stuart, “Wh-what is this place? And…who are you?”