"What's there to talk to them about? Our family only values profit. To them, children are nothing but money-making machines. We rarely see each other once a year, so no matter where I go, no one will care," Hamilton said with a faint smile when talking about his family matters.
"How could parents not care about their children? Perhaps they don't want you to worry, so they hide their concern. If you take the initiative, you will definitely reap rewards," Emily Williams said earnestly.
"Maybe," Hamilton said, not wanting to discuss the topic any further.
The night was cool as water when Emily Williams and Hamilton returned to the villa. It was already late, and a faint chill hung in the air.
"Hamilton, don't walk so fast. Wait for me, I'll help you with your wounds," Emily Williams said, her heels making a crisp sound on the pebble path in front of the villa. As she walked, she looked at Hamilton's straight back.
The feeling of being held by him, and the sensation of his lips accidentally touching hers, lingered in her mind. It felt so real, making her involuntarily intoxicated. When he fought for her against someone else, although she was nervous, she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.
Emily Williams knew she really liked Hamilton, but he always played pranks on her for his amusement.
She knew it was impossible between them, but she didn't know why she couldn't take her eyes off him when she was behind him. It was only when she was behind him that she could openly show her affection for him without any reservations.
Hamilton glanced back at Emily Williams and in that moment of eye contact, he saw a faint hint of affection in her eyes. But it disappeared in a flash, making him think it was just a momentary illusion.
"I can handle the wound myself, so you don't have to scream and shout later on," Hamilton said. He found her even more enchanting in the darkness of the night. It was then that he realized how much he loved her captivating face. He wanted time to freeze at this moment, as he wouldn't be able to see her until the next day.
Hamilton crossed his arms and pretended to be serious. "Emily Williams, why are you walking so fast? Are you afraid of ghosts?"
Emily Williams smiled slightly. "I never expected that as the CEO of the company, you would still say such superstitious things after returning from the United States."
Hamilton remained unfazed. "But I just saw something behind you..."
Emily Williams's expression changed. The villa, situated halfway up the hill, seemed a bit eerie under the dim light. The mountain breeze rustled the leaves, and she was indeed a little afraid. Coupled with Hamilton's expression and tone, it sent chills down her spine.
Emily Williams clenched her fist and walked up to Alex Hamilton , lifting her little face to look at the despicable man in front of her. "Stop playing tricks on me. I don't believe your nonsense."
"It's just a mouse behind you," Alex Hamilton 's gaze went past her shoulders, staring behind her.
"Ah! I'm terrified of mice," Emily Williams shouted as she hugged Alex Hamilton , burying her face in his shoulder.
A wave of pain came from his wound, but Alex Hamilton gritted his teeth and endured silently. He never expected her reaction to be so strong. The sudden hug had caught him off guard.
Despite his popularity with women, he had never been overly intimate with any of them. Not being accustomed to such closeness, Alex Hamilton couldn't help but extend his arms to hold her.
Emily Williams furrowed her brows, feeling no movement behind her and no response from the person she was holding. She soon caught a whiff of Alex Hamilton 's mature masculine scent, and her cheeks quickly grew hot. She released him, took two steps back, and stared at his face, as if trying to find a trace of a flaw in his expression.
He had clearly scared her on purpose, and she was so foolish to believe his nonsense. Emily Williams regretted her actions, allowing him to take advantage of her embrace.
Alex Hamilton smiled faintly, "This is the second time you've thrown yourself into my arms."
Emily Williams placed her hands in front of her, "Are you thinking of hugging me again? You scared me first, don't tell me you're at a disadvantage."
"Relax, I don't want to hug you."
Emily Williams breathed a sigh of relief.
"At least not now. I owe you one," Alex Hamilton remarked and walked up the steps to the doorway.
"You're really boring," Emily Williams stared at his back, wishing she could knock him out with a punch.
Back in the living room, Emily Williams hurriedly fetched the first aid kit. Alex Hamilton was already sitting on the sofa, shirtless, with the wound on his shoulder bleeding, though not deep.
Emily Williams picked up a cotton ball with the tweezers, intending to disinfect his wound. However, when she looked at his strong chest, her cheeks reddened as she felt a bit awkward. Alex Hamilton snatched the tweezers from her hand and sterilized the wound himself.
"Let me do it. It seems like you're not comfortable," Emily Williams said, looking at Alex Hamilton , unable to bear seeing him clumsily treating his own wound.
Emily Williams knelt on the sofa, supporting Alex Hamilton 's back with one hand and holding the tweezers with the other, carefully tending to his injury.
Hamilton looked at her face, her expression was so serious, and her movements were extremely gentle. It was then he realized that any man would gradually lose control in front of her.
When Emily Williams helped him bandage his wound, he stretched lazily. "I want to take a shower. Can you help me? It's hard for me to reach my back."
"No problem, I've got it." Hamilton, being the one injured, didn't even cross Emily Williams' mind as she answered without hesitation.
But after they entered the bathroom, she regretted agreeing so easily.
Emily Williams half crouched beside the bathtub, pouring water on Hamilton's back and rubbing it, making close contact with his bare skin. Her heartbeat completely lost its rhythm.
Hamilton noticed Emily Williams blushing and found her really cute. "After wiping my back, just wipe the front as well."
"You can handle the front yourself." Emily Williams handed him the towel, ready to protest.
"My wound really hurts, and I can't move my hand. It hurts whenever I do." Hamilton made a pained expression.
Emily Williams had no choice but to help him wash his chest.
Hamilton looked down at her face, her rosy lips, and suddenly thought she was really nice.
Emily Williams blushing, completed her task and wrung the towel to wipe the water droplets off his body.
Meanwhile, Hamilton was trying hard to restrain his impulse towards her because one day he would leave here, and he didn't want to hurt her.
A week had passed in the blink of an eye. Although Hamilton's work had made some progress, he lacked concrete evidence. He forced Emily Williams to work overtime every day in order to expose the embezzlement of company funds as quickly as possible.
Seeing Hamilton's decisive actions and his eagerness to complete the task and return to the United States, Emily Williams felt a bit disappointed. Because she genuinely did not want Hamilton to finish his work in the branch and return to his original headquarters.
Even if he wouldn't fall in love with her, as long as he was in the company, she could see him every day, and that would make her happy. If he returned to the United States, she wouldn't even have a chance to catch a glimpse of him.
With unspoken worries in her heart, Emily Williams showered and wrapped herself in a towel. She walked out of the bathroom and lay on the soft bed, using her computer in the softly lit room.
She knew that even if she didn't want to face the day of separation, she would still have to cooperate with Hamilton to complete the work properly. So she brought the financial data verification work back to her place of residence, hoping to find crucial loopholes and make Hamilton's work go smoothly.
During this time, Alex Hamiltongradually became more aggressive, always touching her inappropriately in private. But these pranks and closeness made her feel warm and happy.
Emily Williams smiled slightly and suddenly noticed a strange set of data in the report. Because of this unexpected discovery, she carried her laptop and walked out of the room.
Forgetting to knock, Emily Williams walked straight into Alex Hamilton's room. She saw him standing by the window, his cold eyes staring outside, holding a glass of red wine. He didn't notice her, lifting the glass and taking a sip with such grace.
In that moment, Emily Williams was captivated by his noble and resolute demeanor. She stood at the doorway, gazing at him for a long time, not wanting to disturb the beauty of that moment.
Alex Hamiltonquickly noticed her and turned to look at her, dressed only in a towel. He looked surprised and asked, "What's the matter?"
Emily Williams patted the laptop she was holding and said, "I found a strange set of data and wanted to tell you."
"Come in," Alex Hamiltonhad already found out about the data that Emily Williams had discovered, and he found it a week ago. He simply didn't want to leave so soon, pretending not to know. The fool in front of him did not realize his feelings at all, as if she wanted him to leave immediately.
Alex Hamiltonplaced the wine glass on the table, pulled out the chair in front of his desk, and looked at her, saying, "Come in and let me take a look."
Emily Williams placed the laptop on his desk and stood beside him, bending over to open the file for him. A hint of elegant bath fragrance wafted into Alex Hamilton's nose as he turned his face slightly to glance at her.
Emily Williams seemed to be too excited to tell him about the loopholes she found, wearing only a towel that exposed her fair and delicate skin. His gaze lingered on her from time to time.
Emily Williams seemed to have not noticed Alex Hamiltonsizing her up. She earnestly analyzed the anomalies in the data to him. A strand of her black hair slid down from behind her ear, looking very sexy.
But Alex Hamiltonpaid no attention to what she was saying. He, under the influence of the alcohol, reached out his hand and touched her shoulder, sliding his fingers over the strand of hair that fell down, lightly tucking it behind her ear, and then pulling her into his arms.
Emily Williams was clearly startled by his actions. She looked up and saw Alex Hamiltonsmiling at her with a smile that quickened her heartbeat.
"Since you're standing there so tired, why don't you sit on my lap and analyze it with me?" Alex Hamiltonacted as if he didn't care at all.