Emma Tremont nodded her head: "Yes, I'll cooperate with you however you need me to. But about some matters...they really don't affect us being together at all!"
Declan Darcy took a step forward, pinning her against the wall: "Emmy, it seems I need to have a serious talk with you."
Emma felt like a little rabbit startled by the predator.
Because Declan Darcy looked particularly serious, serious enough to frighten her.
"Mr. Darcy… what, what do you want to say? Speak clearly, please…"
"We will talk frankly." Declan Darcy looked down at her, "You just need to listen patiently."
Emma subconsciously swallowed her saliva.
Seeing her nervous and scared, Declan Darcy showed a hint of satisfaction.
He wanted her to feel fear so that she would listen carefully to what he had to say.
"Emmy, you probably don't know my habits." Declan Darcy said, "Even though our relationship is superficial, I can't tolerate even a grain of sand in my eye."
"What do you mean?"
