Emily Allen was in the ascendant period of her career, tirelessly shuttling between different film sets.
Although Ryan Richard was dissatisfied with the decrease in their time alone, he never stopped her.
Until one day, Ryan Richard was already in bed.
In his groggy state, a patch of the bed beside him sank, and a strong smell of alcohol hit him.
Startled awake, Ryan Richard sat up and switched on the bedside light.
Emily Allen dived into the bed without even removing her makeup.
Perhaps unable to adapt to the intense light, she covered her face with her arm, curling up into a ball.
Ryan Richard saw her drunk as a skunk, and even without getting close he could smell the pungent aroma of alcohol, knowing she must have drunk a lot.
He furrowed his brow slightly, reaching out to pat her burning cheek.
Emily Allen reached out to push Ryan Richard, and her formerly covered chest was suddenly exposed.
Ryan Richard hesitated for a moment, his gaze glued to her fair chest and neck.
On her snowy skin, several brownish marks lay glaringly!
Ryan Richard wasn’t a man unfamiliar with the world, so he recognized these hickeys at once.
A nameless fire began to burn at the bottom of his heart, swallowing his calmness with jealousy.
The combination of drunkenness and hickeys made his thoughts uncontrollably veer in a horrible direction.
He took a few deep breaths, then pulled her up from the bed, shaking her shoulders.
Emily Allen just hummed a few times without even opening her eyes.
Ryan Richard temporarily gave up on trying to wake her and question her, so he just helped her change into her pajamas.
The next day, bright morning light pierced through thick curtains, illuminating the grayish room.
Emily Allen rubbed her aching head, slowly getting up from the bed.
The hangover from last night hadn’t completely passed, and she still felt foggy, her head throbbing as if being torn apart.
Ryan Richard handed her a glass of water.
"Thank you." Emily Allen took the glass and drank half of it before she started to feel refreshed.
"How much do you remember about what happened last night?"
Ryan Richard sat down in the rattan chair across from her, his eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, firmly fixed on her face.
"Just wrapped up filming, had a get-together with the crew, then had a few drinks. I didn’t expect to drink too much."
Emily Allen lowered her eyes, her eylashes, long like butterfly wings, hiding the emotions behind her eyes.
Ryan Richard made a sound of acknowledgment, then asked casually, "Just a get-together with drinks?"
Emily Allen heard the hidden meaning in his words and sharply raised her eyes to meet his.
But she saw that Ryan Richard’s expression was as usual, revealing no emotions.
"I remember it was just a get-together, but then I got drunk and somewhat lost my memory."
"Then how did you get the hickeys on your neck?"
Ryan Richard asked casually, but Emily Allen caught a flash of anger from the depths of his eyes.
The matter had been spinning in his head all night, always leading his thoughts in a negative direction!
If he didn’t get a reasonable explanation soon, he was going to lose it!
Emily Allen’s eyes turned red. Her glistening eyes welled up with tears, and she looked pitiful like a little rabbit.
"They’re some thugs who took advantage of me when I was drunk. You have to believe me!"
Seeing her in this state, Ryan Richard’s anger was instantly extinguished, replaced by a feeling of pity.
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He reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of Emily’s eyes. Emily obediently nodded.
But this harmony didn’t last long, as the same thing happened again and again.
Left with no other option, Ryan Richard could only resort to tailing her.