Chapter 247 Unwilling to Let Go

I could totally feel Arthur's anger, but he didn't dare blow up. That million bucks was the reason he had to suck it up and sign his name.

I got where he was coming from. Even if he didn't love Emily, he sure as hell didn't want her with another dude.

That contract was a major slap in the face for Arthur.

After we went downstairs, Emily kept bugging me about how I sorted out the million-dollar mess. Honestly, I was kinda pissed. She'd been hurt so bad by that jerk, yet she still seemed to care about him. How much did she love him back then? Of course, I wasn't gonna tell her the truth. Realizing it would just cause her to feel foolish and cry. She'd regret ever falling for Arthur.

That night, Emily got totally wasted.

When I brought her home, she kept curling up in my arms, mumbling and crying. She looked so pitiful.

Even when I put her on the bed, she wouldn't let go, clutching my clothes like her life depended on it. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, like she was having a bad dream.

Bella stood by the bed, all serious, "Ethan, you better treat Emily right. Don't mess with her. She's pure and already been hurt once. If you hurt her again, I won't let you off."

I smiled a bit, feeling glad Emily had a friend who truly cared. I gently patted her, calming her down. After she finally fell asleep, I let go of her hand, tucked it under the blanket, and went to the balcony for a smoke.

The next morning, I brought a new dress for Emily.

I had seen it in a store window once when I passed by a mall. For some reason, Emily popped into my mind, and I thought the dress would look perfect on her. On a whim, I bought it, despite knowing I might never get the chance to give it to her.

I like to shower in the morning. After I finished and went downstairs, I heard noises from the kitchen.

Standing at the kitchen door, I saw Emily seriously beating eggs with her head down.

The dress fit perfectly, and she looked beautiful as she cooked. The warm scene made me feel a sense of home.

I couldn't help but sigh, "Seeing you cook gives me a sense of home."

I hadn't felt that way in a long time.

This feeling made me infatuated.

her face turned red,

at her with interest, feeling a

strange. I'd met all kinds of women, but

though she was married, she seemed very pure to me. Her shyness made her look like an eighteen

seriously told her that it was important to be cautious about drinking in front of

her to repeat Fiona's

so much. I hoped she'd become strong and not give up on life easily like

hardships, but I

Emily's mom passed away.

and crying uncontrollably. At that moment, I felt helpless. I could only hold her and prevent her

of her mom's tombstone, refusing to move

to the car, and she clutched the photo tightly. I could fully feel

Emily truly had nothing

felt guilty, heartbroken, and full of self-reproach, but I didn't know what to do. All I

her. To be honest, I'd wanted to

of

Birds Band was a distant memory for me, but the familiar lyrics still brought

give myself strength and courage because I had to walk a tough path, facing storms without

be lucky forever, nor will they be unlucky forever. When life hits rock bottom, it means good things are

hundred and one times to face it again. The former is just strong, but the latter is fearless." When I was about to leave, Emily tried to keep me. She stood inside the door, and

felt very unwell, I probably wouldn't have left that night.

grave, refusing to leave, which tormented me deeply. Her pain and hatred were something I could

wondered if I should

Times had always wanted to interview me, so I used that connection to start collecting some old newspapers from eight years ago. That night, I was at

that moment. Amid the surprised looks of everyone at

stay calm no matter what, but when it came to her, I

commotion in the private room, I kicked

she was pinned on the sofa by

looked a bit guilty. If his memory wasn't too bad,

tried to escape in

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