Hamilton stopped the car and gazed at Emily Williams' face. He said, "Emily Williams, I don't like them. I only like you. Do you...like me?"
"What a joke, who are you trying to fool? I don't want it. You're lying. I won't like you. I reject your affection..." Emily Williams pushed him away and turned to open the car door.
Hamilton grabbed her shoulder and teasingly said, "Are you sure you're rejecting me?"
Emily Williams stared at him fiercely and said, "I have plenty of people chasing after me. I don't need you. I don't care about your love. I don't like you from head to toe. I don't want to spend a single minute with you...I want to kick you back to America."
Hamilton chuckled, "Emily Williams, you're so cute."
"It's none of your business. I want to get off the car." Emily Williams pushed him away, reached for the door, and tried to stand up. But because she hadn't unbuckled the seatbelt, she sat back in her original position.
Listening to her venting and watching her clumsy actions, Hamilton couldn't help but laugh. "Fool, how can you get off the car when you haven't unbuckled your seatbelt?"
"None of your business. Can't I open the door first? Hmph!" Emily Williams vented at him while reaching around her waist, trying to undo the seatbelt buckle by herself.
Seeing her clearly on the verge of collapsing from drunkenness, still stubbornly pretending to be strong, Hamilton laughed. He realized that he was falling more and more in love with the girl in front of him. He was genuinely worried that after he returned to his home country, she would find solace in the arms of other men. This hidden concern ignited his possessiveness, but he also worried that his recklessness would hurt her.
Seeing Emily Williams struggling to unbuckle the seatbelt for a while, Hamilton reached over and helped her unfasten it.
She glared at him and stumbled out of the car, using the door for support.
Hamilton also got out of the car, closed the door, and watched Emily Williams stumbling ahead. Worried that she might fall, he walked up to her and lifted her up.
Emily Williams half-believed, half-doubted what Hamilton said. Her mind was in chaos. She tapped his shoulder and said, "Hamilton, put me down."
"I won't." Hamilton ignored her struggles and insisted on carrying her into the villa.
Feeling tired or perhaps comforted by Hamilton's scent, Emily Williams gave up struggling and buried her face in his embrace. She took a deep breath, trying to remember his scent.
Perhaps the chairman shouldn't have made such arrangements. That way, she wouldn't have had such deep contact with him and wouldn't have fallen in love with him. He shouldn't have come into her world in the first place, then she wouldn't have to face his departure and wouldn't be so worried. But in the end, she chose to blame herself, all because she fell in love with him.
Emily Williams had one arm around Hamilton's neck and the other tightly grabbing his shirt. How she wished time could stop in this moment. But beautiful moments are always fleeting. Suddenly, her stomach felt extremely uncomfortable, and she felt like vomiting. Dry heaves filled her throat. Her hand slid from his shirt to his arm, fingers clutching tightly at the fabric.
"Hold on, don't throw up just yet," Hamilton quickened his pace, wanting to rush into the bathroom.
Emily Williams glanced at him and in the next moment, she couldn't hold it in any longer, and vomited in Hamilton's embrace.
"Emily Williams, you never stop causing trouble, even until the very last moment." Feeling the wetness on his chest, Hamilton couldn't help but feel helpless.
"Hehe," Emily Williams laughed foolishly, feeling a sense of revenge.
"It seems like we both need to take a shower." Hamilton directly carried her into the bathroom.
Emily Williams still had some consciousness left, gripping onto his clothes tightly. "Don't."
"It's not up to you to say no. I don't want to see a drunkard dirtying up the house." Hamilton placed her down, one hand supporting her, while the other turned on the faucet, filling the bathtub with water.
The sound of water splashing could be heard as Hamilton observed his now dirty suit and shirt. He placed her on the floor and began removing his own clothes, until he was only left in his underwear.
Hamilton half crouched down, reaching out to untie the coat tied around Emily Williams' waist. Then, he stood up and pulled down the zipper at the back of her cheongsam.
Due to the aftereffects of alcohol, Emily Williams felt dizzy and had her eyes closed, but suddenly opened them wide, with her hands instinctively covering her chest. "Hamilton, what... what are you doing?"
"You're all dirty, I'll help you clean up a bit." Hearing her call out his name while she was drunk, made Hamilton feel a bit warm inside. Ignoring her resistance, he forcefully pulled down her cheongsam.
"If you continue like this, I'll scream assault." Emily Williams widened her eyes in shock. She hadn't forgiven him yet. Flirting with other women in front of her, even multiple times.
Hamilton brought his face close to hers, his breath brushed against her face. "Silly girl, you can scream if you want, but even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you."
As Hamilton spoke, half of Emily Williams' cheongsam had already been pulled down by him. He looked at her, feeling the urge to embrace her.
Emily Williams never expected that he would take matters into his own hands. Although he had touched and kissed her without permission before, this time his actions seemed different, and she was instantly frightened and pale-faced.
"Alex Hamilton, you're not allowed to fool around anymore," Emily Williams said, blocking her chest with both hands, filled with anger and urgency. This man was acting strangely tonight. Not only did he confess his feelings for her, but he also wanted to get intimate with her, and now he had actually made a move.
Alex Hamilton looked at her ample cleavage, accentuated by her tight cheongsam, and felt a strong desire rise in his lower abdomen. In just a few moves, he stripped away her cheongsam.
Emily Williams, hands covering her chest, which was now only in a bra, was both angry and anxious. "You, you, you... go away. I can handle it myself."
Alex Hamilton looked at Emily Williams, innocently accusing him, and pulled her into an embrace. His lips landed on her rosy cheek, and the sound of his voice, accompanied by his breath, brushed past her ear. "Is it wrong for someone to help you out?"
Startled by the sudden kiss, Emily Williams widened her eyes, her face full of vigilance. She knew she liked him a lot, but she felt nervous when he kissed her.
Alex Hamilton's kiss didn't leave her cheek; it trailed down her face. His hot lips soon covered hers, kissing her passionately.
Emily Williams was completely stunned. The alcohol had made her consciousness somewhat hazy, but she knew she was being kissed. She tilted her face up, and Alex Hamilton kissed her even more passionately.
While kissing her, Alex Hamilton pulled her hand away. His palm quickly slipped into her bra, feeling the fullness of one side and indulging himself in it.
Emily Williams felt like she was about to suffocate. Her lips were being sucked on, his tongue invaded her mouth, and his big hand squeezed her chest forcefully. Her heartbeat quickened. She reached out to pull his hand away but found herself completely weak and powerless.
Emily Williams tried to push him away, but Alex Hamilton's hand had already moved to the other side of her chest. His movements were too abrupt, causing the strap of her bra to slip, partially exposing her ample bosom, making it even more seductive.
The moment Alex Hamilton's chest muscles touched her soft breasts, his kiss abruptly stopped. He released her lips and watched her gasping heavily.
"You smell like alcohol. Let's take a shower first," Alex Hamilton said, pulling her up and carrying her to the bathtub, placing her in the water.
"Alex Hamilton, you... you're not allowed to come in." Watching Alex Hamilton stretch one leg into the bathtub, Emily Williams continued to struggle, making her final resistance.
"Fool, is it not good enough for me to help you bathe?" Alex Hamilton sat down in the bathtub and pulled Emily Williams into his embrace, feeling the warmth and softness as his large hand caressed her body under the water.
Alex Hamilton thoroughly enjoyed the plush feeling of Emily Williams' chest against his chest. His hand encircled her waist, caressing her smooth skin.
"Don't touch me, you jerk!" Emily Williams pushed away his roaming hand underwater, finally breaking free from his grasp. She sat upright, causing water to splash everywhere.
Alex Hamilton knew he let go of her because he couldn't handle the pleasure caused by the softness of her chest. But her legs were touching his Hamilton zone, and if things continued like this, he wouldn't be able to resist taking her.
He deeply doubted himself, questioning what he was still hesitant about. He would be leaving soon, and before he left, he wanted to possess her, leaving his mark on her. Though selfish, in front of someone he liked, he was a possessive man.
He couldn't imagine the scene of her throwing herself into another man's arms after he left. Moreover, she was the first woman he desired.
Looking at the faintly visible snowy peaks on the water's surface, he reached out and grabbed one side of her fullness, letting it rest heavily in his palm as he gently caressed it.
"Alex Hamilton, don't..." Emily Williams vaguely knew what Alex Hamilton was about to do. All this time, she had been trying to hide her feelings for him, not wanting to ruin her efforts and fearing that giving herself to him would result in a forever goodbye.
"Don't be afraid." Alex Hamilton softly reassured her, pulling her tightly into his embrace and reaching to remove her underwear.
Emily Williams held onto Alex Hamilton's shoulder with one hand and stopped his actions underwater with the other.
Alex Hamilton stared at her fullness exposed on the water's surface with intense eyes. He couldn't resist the tactile and visual pleasure her body gave him. He kissed her slender neck, moving downward, and took one side of her dripping nipple into his mouth, savoring its sweetness.
Emily Williams reached out to push his face away, but underwater, her underwear had already been pulled off by him. She could feel his legs pressing hotly against her, stirring desire within her.
In the swirling mist, water droplets wetted their hair as Alex Hamilton caressed her hair and passionately kissed her chest, causing her to gasp from time to time. Her hands couldn't help but tightly grip his shoulders as she forgot to resist.
As she closed her eyes, experiencing the pleasure of his nibbles, Alex Hamilton let her go and carried her horizontally.
Disregarding their damp bodies, Alex Hamilton carried Emily Williams into the room and placed her on his large bed.