She really wanted to smash the vanity, but it wasn't the right time yet. Once she got everything she wanted, the vanity would eventually be reduced to pieces.
She quietly walked to David's bedside, and as she got closer, she caught a strong whiff of alcohol. He had drunk too much and was sleeping soundly; even when Emmeline shone her phone light on him, he didn't react. He was still as handsome as ever, and even with the smell of alcohol surrounding him, he exuded an irresistible charm.
Setting her phone aside, she took advantage of the moonlight to begin unbuttoning David's shirt, carelessly tossing it onto the floor to create a disheveled look. Then she peeled off her own clothes one by one, tossing them aside as well. She slipped under the covers, pressing her body against David's, feeling the warmth of his body—his embrace was what she longed for.
