A trace of coldness flashed through his eyes as he leaned close to her ear and harshly asked, "Tell me, who is that man?"
Emma Smith coughed for a long time, being fiercely pressed against the edge of the bathtub by him. Her fingers tightly gripped the rim, trying to prevent herself from being drowned in the water due to his anger.
She didn't answer, gritting her teeth. Half a moment later, when Robert Thomson's guard was down, she suddenly turned around.
Because she had choked on water and coughed, her eyes were brimming with tears. Although she wanted to glare at him, her expression looked like a wronged wife.
"What do you want me to say? You have so many women, but you never mention that! We're not lovers, just a one-night stand five years ago, so what? Even if I truly had someone else in these five years, what does that have to do with you? On what grounds can you limit my past before we even sign a contract with each other?"
