Chapter 61 Possesive

He did not say anything.

"What did he say?" His silence was enough for Emma to understand what she had assumed was true.

It's not like she didn't know anything about the ill intentions Uranus Refter harbored for her. In fact, he had been trying making a move on her for a long time now. But she always ignored them or politely turned him down. Even though she was quite annoyed with him, she couldn't kick him out as he was her client.

"Go home, I don't wanna talk to anyone right now." He got up and walked out of the room.

"You shouldn't have done that." When he stopped, she added, "You shouldn't have fought with him like that."

"Oh I am sorry—" he mockingly sneered. "I should have kept my hands to my myself when that f*ucking bastard was spouting nonsense about you. It's my mistake."

When he was about to walk away, she quickly rushed towards him and grabbed his hand.

"I didn't mean it that way." She gently squeezed his hand. "You are the most good tempered guy I know, I don't like seeing you this way."

'Good temper', George scoffed. "You expect me to keep calm when someone is spouting nonsense about you?" Before she could say anything, he snapped, "I am sorry but I can't do that."

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He then grabbed her shoulders, slammed the door shut and pinned her against it.

His sudden aggressive action made Emma gasp. She unintentionally placed her hands on his chest. When their eyes met, she felt something different, very different than usual. Her heart was beating faster by every passing second and so was his.

"I may have a good temper but it has a limit too." Gritting his teeth, he snarled, "You have no idea how badly I wanna run down to that hospital and beat the shit out of the f*ucker."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, constantly reminding him to calm down.

Emma wanted to say something but she couldn't find the right words.

"Did he ever try to touch you?"

She was taken aback by his sudden question and kept staring at him.

Her silence which followed his question was adding fuel to his already raging anger. He grabbed his shoulders and repeated his question. "Emma, did he ever try to touch you?"

She shook her head.

After getting an answer from her, he closed his eyes and sighed. He was all ready to drop all his left over hanging principles if she had said yes.

"George—" she muttered. When he opened his eyes and looked at her, she gulped in nervousness. They were standing so close to each other.

Though they had known each other since they were little, they never had such a close proximity. They had never crossed the line because both of them never felt or thought about each other in that way.

For him she was his sister's best friend and for her he was her best friend's annoying brother she loved bickering with.

Initially his mind was clouded with anger so he did not realise how intimately they were standing. The way she was looking at him, made his heart beat faster. A new weird yet satisfying sensation enveloped his heart.

He lifted his hand and gently caressed her cheeks with his thumb. "Don't see him again, okay?"

Emma shuddered when his warm finger touched her skin.

When he did not get an immediate answer from her, disappointment slashed his heart.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

Emma lightly gasped when their bodies touched but her eyes never left his.

"I don't want you to see him." This time his voice was more dominating and possessive. He wasn't asking her a question, instead he was telling her.

Under his gaze, her mind was in chaos. She couldn't think straight and ended up agreeing with him.

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[Collins Mansion]

Andrew came down when Rachael called him over. The aroma of the freshly prepared broth and noodles enveloped the atmosphere near the kitchen.

Rachael placed the big bowl of noodles and broth in front of him.

"I hope you like it." She sat beside him and passed him the utensils.

"Remember what I told you earlier? Even if you serve me salt rice, I'll like it." He took a bit of noodles and followed by a spoonful of broth.

When he continued eating without saying anything, Rachael started feeling anxious. "Did you not like it?" This was the first time she had made lunch especially for him and she wanted it to be perfect.

"If I knew you could cook so well, I would have married you the very day I came back." Taking a sip of the broth, he sighed in satisfaction. "This is the best noodles I have ever had."

She smiled when he kept slurping the noodles continuously without lifting his head. "Eat slowly, there is more inside."

He nodded and inhaled the entire bowl of noodles before going for the second round.

Rubbing his bloated stomach, Andrew sighed, "I need to start working out more." He then looked at her. "And you need to start eating more."

Looking at the half filled bowl of noodles in front of her, he frowned, "You barely touched it."

"I don't eat much."

"I know but you need to change that." He knew she had a very low appetite. "You need to gain some weight."

"Men prefer slim women and look at you—" she chuckled.

"Not every man. I won't mind even if you gain 100kgs, as long as you are healthy."

Wiping his mouth with a tissue, he added, "Did George tell you what happened yesterday at the club?"

She shook her head. "No, he didn't. Even dad and mom tried to ask him but he didn't say a word."

When Andrew did not say anything, she asked, "Did you find out?"

"Justin did," he answered. "One of the waiters who was serving them yesterday told him what happened."

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