A pink nightgown, accompanied Emily as she stared blankly at the buildings that were squeezed in front of her at that moment. The chill pierced her bone marrow, but it didn't stop her from entering her room and continuing to watch the city bustle from upstairs.
A glass of hot chocolate was being held in his hand since it was steaming indicating that the drink had just been made, which matched the night air very well, he blew the drink slowly and then drank it little by little.
His activity was stopped when the sound of the doorbell ringing made him frown. He was silent for a moment to make sure that what he heard was the sound of the bell, when the bell rang the second time, Van rushed to take the weapon that had been placed on the nightstand near the bed and then approached the door.
The sound of the doorbell was very foreign to him, he had never had any visitors in the apartment because his current place was a hiding place.
Gunpoint was pointed at the door, then slowly the woman saw who was at the door. Once again the doorbell rang.
Still, with the gun in hand, Emily opened the door.
Clek!
So surprised by the man who was in front of his bedroom door when he pointed a gun just as he opened the door.
"Oh my god. Please. Please. I don't want to die yet," said Robin when he saw Emily aim the gun at his head.
Emily saw who had come lowering her gun, a look on her face that couldn't believe what she had just seen when she arrived, two men in her hiding place.
"What's with your face? You can't believe we found this place, baby?" asked Aaron barging into Emily's apartment.
The black suit seemed to be the tycoon's favorite.
"W-what are you guys doing here? H-how—"
"I asked dad,"
"D-father? Who?" Emily stammered.
"Who else if not Jordan's father,"
"Father? You think he's your father, and it's a disgrace to call him that?"
Aaron was able to make Emily, who was usually cold, irritated every time he argued with him.
"Calling earlier, I can get used to it and I won't be wrong to call it later,"
A long sigh was heard indicating that the woman was getting emotional with the man who was in her apartment at the moment.
"And why are you here?" asked Emily.
"Isn't it okay if I visit my future wife?"
As if dissatisfied with what he did earlier, Aaron teased Emily again. It was very pleasant for him.
"W-why do you always say the same thing. Wife-to-be… future wife… just who is your future wife, huh?!" asked Emily emotionally while smacking her waist.
He didn't like it when the man always called 'wife-to-be', it made him want to drown Aaron in the shark's mouth right then and there.
"Don't you come out of my house?"
Aaron turned back to look at Emily who was standing with an annoyed face.
"Why? Did I make a mistake? Aren't you going to offer me a cup of drink before you kick me out?"
The emotions in Emily's chest cavity were about to burst out at that moment, but she restrained herself by taking a shaky breath and then made a hot drink for Aaron.
An evil smile appeared on Aaron's lips while Robin watched the two humans' behavior and could only shake his head while thinking about how they would live under the same roof and be in the same bed. Maybe something will happen that will bother him.
"Here," said Emily, handing Aaron a glass of hot chocolate.
"Do you have food? I am hungry,"
Emily rolled her eyes, she hated Aaron's pretentious attitude in front of her. However, he must not be careless because the video recording of his murder is in Aaron's hands. The tycoon could have sent the tape to the detectives, and his career as a killer was over.
"Why are you so troublesome? why not just eat at a restaurant or buy food?"
"Can I not enjoy the food you cook?"
For a moment Emily stared at Aaron sinisterly, she couldn't believe there was a man as annoying as the man in front of her right now. Even though she didn't like Aaron's request, Emily still made food for the man.
"Sir, you keep on pissing him off. If he's angry, he can shoot us right now."
The loose hair made Emily take a hair tie from the drawer and then put it in a ponytail, revealing her long neck. His hands are so good at playing with knives when chopping some food ingredients.
Living independently, and cooking his food is a routine that he does. It didn't take him long to get the bowl of soup on the table.
Robin whispered that the food that Emily cooked had finished making the man immediately go to the dining table. Robin remained standing beside Aaron as if he wasn't tired.
Aaron was so enthusiastic about what Emily was cooking, making him want to taste the dish as well as Robin, he wanted to know what his future boss's wife was cooking, but his eyes were shocked by the contents of the bowl on the table.
Robin whispered in Aaron's ear making the man irritated.
"Y-you want me to eat ramen?" asked Aaron full of emotion.
Emily sat while carrying a bowl of food that was cooked by her, she smiled with satisfaction seeing Aaron's expression.
"Why? You don't like it?"
Aaron tried to be angry with what Emily did. "Y-you-"
"What?"
"W-why am I giving me this food?"
"Didn't you ask for food earlier? So, well, I'll give it to you," said Emily enjoying her soup.
Aaron felt disapproved of what Emily had done to him, how could he give him cheap food that he had never eaten before. Moreover, Emily showed off what she was eating, beef bone soup and chicken porridge.
"Give me what you eat"
"What? This? It's good, just eat what's in front of you," Emily refused, making Aaron go crazy.
"You eat good food and give me ramen with fried eggs. You think-"
Aaron's words were interrupted when the sound of the doorbell ringing made Emily stare at the two men who were with her at the time.
"Are you sure you two come?" asked Emily.
The woman was starting to get worried because it was unusual for anyone to ring the doorbell, especially at this hour.
Robin rolled her eyes when Emily picked up a gun right under the dining table, she couldn't believe she would continue to deal with someone who has so many guns in her house. He never even used a gun at all.
"Stay still, don't make a sound," Emily ordered, stepping slowly towards the door.
To be continued…