Chapter 50 - He Doesn't Love Me

When Emily was in hospital in her previous life, she had seen the doctor change the dressing and bind up her wounds. It looked easy. But now it was difficult for her to do it by herself.

Because Vincent was injured on the left side of his chest, the bandage should be wrapped from his right shoulder to his chest. At first, when she disinfected Vincent, Emily did not feel anything strange. As she was about to bandage the wounds, she found that Vincent was even taller than her brother. So she could only let him sit on a chair. Then she lowered her head and started with his shoulder.

Bandages were used up soon. There was no adhesive tape in the medicine case, so she used bandages to tie a knot. After she finished this, she suddenly realized that she didn't apply medicine to Vincent yet.

"...."

To Vincent, he only saw that the little girl in front of him suddenly bit her lips and then approached. Emily's fragrance once again swept over him, and he felt even hotter.

"There's no scissors here. Wait a moment." After that, Emily got closer to Vincent. She opened her mouth and bit the tip of the bandage.

Vincent's gaze suddenly darkened.

The little girl's palm-sized face was tender and smooth. Under the candlelight, it was like fine white jade, which was glowing with pink light. Her big eyes were so bright, and her long eyelids flashed like butterflies. A few teeth could be seen through her cherry red lips. She had bit the knot for a while and her lips tingled. So she licked her lips, and her pink tongue slipped out for a second.

Emily had been fighting with the knot by biting it for a whole minute, but she didn't notice that the man in front of her was breathing faster. His eyes were scarlet red, and the blue veins stood out on his neck.

Emily finally untied the knot. And she finally discovered that Vincent's chest was up and down, and his body was covered in sweat. Moreover, his entire body was tautened and stiff. Just as Emily was about to look up, her eyes were suddenly covered by a large hand.

The man's voice was quite hoarse, "Close your eyes."

Emily didn't dare to move and whispered, "What's wrong?"

As she spoke, her pink lips looked so cute.

Vince couldn't almost control the surge of love for Emily. He forcefully suppressed it and then turned around to blow out the candle on the table. Emily's eyelashes in his palm were like feathers tickling his heart.

"Mr. Vincent?" Emily was confused.

In the darkness, the sweet and delicate voice of the girl sounded more clear, which was exactly the same as the cry for mercy in Vincent's dream. Vincent originally intended to let her go, but now he was about to be burned up. He needed water.

Even if there was just a drop of water.

He held the back of Emily's head and kissed her.

Unlike the previous two kisses, this time it was fierce and domineering, and also quite predatory.

Emily's breathing was taken away and she struggled a few times. The moment she just touched Vincent's wound, she stopped.

Such a scene was still a little unfamiliar and unsettling to Emily. Although she had seen it in the movies and knew what would happen between a man and a woman. However, she had never experienced it before, so she didn't know frantic heartbeat was out of fear of unease.

After a long time, Vincent finally stopped. The man leaned his head against hers and gently bit her lips. His voice was hoarse and low, "I'm going out now."

He lit the candle again. Then he got up and left.

One of the guards on the tree was surprised, "Holy shit. That's it?"

Hearing this, Harold rushed into the room, only to see Emily sitting on the chair in a daze. She was touching her slightly red and swollen lips.

"Miss Emily, he...." Harold couldn't resist asking, "Did he do anything to you?"

Emily thought with a tilt of her head and then said, "No."

Harold didn't know what to say.

He then couldn't help but ask, “Miss Emily, if you don't like staying with that person, or if you don't like him touching you...."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Emily look up and think about this question for a while. Then she replied, "To tell the truth, I don't hate it."

Words failed Harold.

Worried that Emily didn't understand him, Harold said it more bluntly, "I mean, if he kisses you...."

This was the condition that Emily had just agreed to today.

Emily replied without the slightest hesitation, "He can kiss me whenever he wants." She pointed at her lips and said, "Here. It's his."

Harold, "..."

Suddenly, Harold felt as if he was a father whose daughter had grown mature.

The guards on the trees outside were still talking about it.

Guard B: Do you know what's with the short time? It means that Mr. Vincent is really a virgin!"

Guard C: God! I'm too excited!

Guard D: If you don't need your eyes, donate them. Didn't you see that big thing?

Guard A: I thought there was something pinned on Mr. Vincent's pants."

Guard B: I thought it was a candle. I didn't see it clearly in the darkness."

Guard C: Fine... False alert.

...

"He only takes her as his sister, doesn't he?" When the car stopped at the entrance of the Peck's, Arabella asked Jaquan, misty-eyed, "Am I right?"

Jaquan was taking off his safety belt and he was shocked when hearing this. He turned to roar at Arabella, "Don't lie to yourself anymore!"

Arabella was shocked. Then she tried to open the door with her hands shaking. Jaquan took an umbrella and got out to help her.

"Don't touch me!" Arabella patted his hand and ran into the living room in the rain. The butler and servants hurried out with an umbrella.

"Miss Arabella, you are back!"

Jaquan stood there alone, looking up at the sky, and the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground. Lightning flashed across the darkened sky and paled his face.

Arabella covered her face, ran straight to her room, and locked the door. This was the first time the servants had seen Arabella crying like this. They looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

Arabella was all wet and sat in front of the dressing table, holding a photo. In the photo, a group of teenagers sat in a dazzling banquet hall. They seemed to know that someone was taking pictures of them. So they looked up and showed peace signs. Only the boy sitting in the middle lowered his head and looked cold. The child beside touched his arm. He looked up and saw something, and then laughed.

This was the first time Arabella had seen him laugh. She immediately pressed the shutter and took this photo.

Later, she found out that Vincent's sister was hiding behind her and making faces at that time.

No matter who Vincent was looking at, this smile set foot in Arabella's heart, which she couldn't forget in the following years.

At that time, she was only seven years old.

Everyone called Vincent "Mr. Vincent", but she never called him that. She thought that if she addressed him differently, it meant she was different from him.

Fifteen years had passed, and it turned out that she had always been deceiving herself.

Arabella covered her face and cried. A sound came from the cat hole at the door. She stopped crying and saw a small robot walking over with a red rose in its hand.

A few minutes later.

The robot returned to the brightly lit garret with a trampled red rose in both hands.

The owner of the garret reached out and touched the red rose. Then, he touched the robot's head.

The robot opened its mouth and sounded exactly like Arabella, "Trevor, he doesn't love me."

Then there came the sound of crying.