Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 306 Gratitude

"Mr. Kim, why torment a woman like this?" Faris asked coolly, toying with his lighter.

The other men quickly chimed in. "Faris is right. Why give a woman such a hard time?" Hearing Faris speak up, the man finally released his grip on Emily's hair.

Tears streaming down her face, Emily collapsed onto the floor as Peggy rushed to help

her up.

"Ungrateful bitch," the man spat.

Faris kept his eyes fixed on Emily, contemplative.

The man noticed Faris's stare and a knowing grin spread across his face. "Perhaps Faris wants this one. If that's the case, I wouldn't dream of competing."

He kicked Emily lightly with his foot. "Consider yourself lucky I'm letting you go for Faris's sake. Go on, sit beside him."

Emily knew she wouldn't escape that easily. But Faris seemed less threatening than that man, so she wiped her tears, stood up, and moved to sit next to Faris.

The space beside Faris was limited, forcing their arms to press together. She detected a subtle tobacco scent on him. Though she typically disliked smokers, strangely, his smell didn't repel her.

Unlike that man, Faris didn't immediately paw at her, but his silence made Emily nervous. Afraid of displeasing that man again, she poured Faris a drink.

"Thank you," she said earnestly before downing her own glass.

Faris studied her tear-stained face for a long moment. Only now, sitting so close in the dimly lit room, did Emily realize how handsome he was. His intense eyes were magnetic, impossible to look away from.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Emily looked down, responding softly, "Emily Glover."

thin line before

why he thought her ordinary

Emily sensed he was different-there was an inherent decency about

they played cards for a while, that man excused himself to the restroom. Faris leaned close to Emily's ear, asking if she wanted to step out for

man returned, Faris led Emily out of room 808,

Emily sat nervously in the passenger seat, unsure where he was taking her, stealing glances at his profile finding even his silent concentration behind

gazing at the water reflecting the city's vibrant lights. She stood beside him, reluctant to break his

take this job?" he

lit a cigarette, the smoke drifting toward her before dispersing in the breeze. He waited

answer.

back—not even when my mother died of a heart attack during my sophomore year of college. I dropped out to work as a waitress so my brother could stay in

and pulled a card from his pocket. "There's a million dollars here. Take it for your brother's surgery. This work isn't for

at the card gleaming in the neon light, desperately needing the money but unable to

take this for nothing,"

cigarette butt, its

won't let you have it for free," he

staring at him

smiled gently, his eyes sparkling in

that was the moment she fell in love with him for his directness, his sincerity, his

she accepted the card, she had already prepared to give herself to

river, smoking one cigarette after another, his

he was a man with

spring breeze carried a damp chill from the river, and Emily shivered

Faris tossed away his final

skip a beat, offering a warmth she hadn't felt

asked where she lived. She hesitated before giving her address- reckless, perhaps, but she trusted