Throughout, Emma Smith had no means to fight back, just like their fading relationship.
She looked at Oliver Garcia, with nothing but hatred left in her eyes.
Oliver Garcia let her go and sneered, "Want to cling to Liam Johnson? Do you have that ability? Everyone in the circle knows that he has high standards and doesn't get involved with women easily. Besides... Emma Smith, you freeze up when someone kisses you. How could you handle a man undressing you?"
Emma Smith didn't want to look at his face.
She lowered her eyes. "This is my business. It has nothing to do with you!"
Oliver Garcia looked down at her, his voice soft and sinister. "Or is it that you can't forget me and deliberately get close to Liam Johnson to show off in front of me? Do you think I'll care?"
Emma Smith was disgusted. She looked up at him. "Oliver Garcia, if you hadn't framed my father, it wouldn't matter to me if you married Liam Johnson or Liam John! Don't be so self-centered!"
Oliver Garcia stared at her.
Emma Smith forced herself to look back at him. She didn't want to be weak in front of him.
For a long time, Oliver Garcia had a mocking smile on his lips. "Emma Smith, you'll come back to me! Let's wait and see!"
After saying that, he opened the door and left.
The luxurious wooden door banged loudly, swinging back and forth... Emma Smith's legs gave way. She leaned against the wall sideways, and tears slowly rolled down the corner of her eyes.
Oliver Garcia was so cruel!
Four years of relationship. She did so much for him, but all she got was his betrayal!
Only now did Emma Smith understand that Oliver Garcia was with her just to play with her. He never intended to marry her!
And she, always fantasized about their wedding.
Emma Smith shed tears and laughed at herself mockingly.
...
"Emma Smith."
From the side, Ava Brown's voice came.
Emma Smith wiped away her tears, looked up, and then she froze.
Outside, besides Ava Brown and her husband, there was Liam Johnson.
Liam Johnson had changed into a set of clothes. A dark blue shirt and iron-gray trousers. A very business-like outfit.
Ava Brown was very worried about Emma Smith, but she didn't mention a word about Oliver Garcia. Instead, she explained, "Suddenly it's raining. We can't play for now."
Her husband chimed in, "Yes, yes! Let's make it another day... Mr. Johnson, could you give Emma Smith a ride? My wife and I happen to have something to do."
Liam Johnson looked at Emma Smith and the redness at the corner of her eyes. His eyes were unclear.
After a moment, he said in a calm voice, "It's no trouble."
Ava Brown sighed in relief and at the same time felt sorry for Emma Smith.
Emma Smith had no choice but to follow Liam Johnson.
Outside, it was really windy and thunderous. The parking lot was open-air. Liam Johnson Smitht to get the car.
After a moment, a golden Continental slowly drove up to Emma Smith. Emma Smith didn't have an umbrella in her hand, and she didn't have the guts to ask Liam Johnson to get out of the car to pick her up.
Just a few steps, most of her clothes got wet.
Sitting in the car, she felt uneasy, afraid that Liam Johnson would be unhappy.
Liam Johnson glanced at her and said nothing. He started the car.
This club was halfway up the mountain. The car made several turns before reaching the bottom. The air conditioning was on in the car. Before long, Emma Smith shivered from the cold, and her lips turned pale.
While waiting for the red light, Liam Johnson took out a coat and threw it to her. "Put it on."
Emma Smith thanked him softly.
She put on his coat and felt much warmer. But Liam Johnson didn't turn off the air conditioning. He kept looking at the road ahead.
In the rainstorm, the traffic was very congested. The car didn't move even after several green lights.
Liam Johnson took out a pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment, took one, and lit it. He slowly blew out a smoke ring and asked casually, "How long have you been with Oliver Garcia?"
Emma Smith was stunned for a moment.
But she still told the truth. "Four years."
Liam Johnson was a little surprised. His gaze swept over her slender and fair legs, and there was a hint of lust in his eyes.
He shifted his body and said carelessly, "How many times have you slept together?"