Emma Smith asked again, "Then, if I have such a big issue..."
"Robert Thomson!" Suddenly, a voice came from the side. "Damn, you guys are actually hiding here for a secret rendezvous!"
Gasping loudly, Robert turned to glare at Ethan Martin. Other than this bastard, who else would call him at this time?
As expected, it was Ethan. Not only that, but he arrived on a tall horse, dressed in riding attire, looking handsome and dashing.
He was already quite good-looking with a tall, athletic body and bronze skin. Being a racer, the riding gear showed off his well-built muscles.
Standing beside him, James Turner saw Emma pressed against a tree by Robert. Her eyes were misty, like shimmering lake water, while her cheeks appeared rosy and delicate. The slightly furrowed brows made her look like an oppressed young wife.
