When she woke up again, Emma Smith found herself leaning on Liam Johnson's shoulder, with a large hand holding her waist. She smelled his scent, a combination of woody fragrance and men's aftershave, so intoxicating that it was like a powerful aphrodisiac.
Liam Johnson was on the phone.
His voice was slightly low but very stern.
It wasn't right for him to be on the phone in the infusion room, but he was so dazzling that the young girls and married women around were staring at him intently, their gazes as if they could melt Mr. Huo.
After hanging up the phone, Liam Johnson noticed that Emma Smith was awake.
Her originally pale face had a touch of light red, and her misty eyebrows and eyes added an air of innocence because of just waking up, which was very captivating to men.
Liam Johnson asked casually, "How much longer do you want to lean on me?"
Emma Smith blushed and quickly got up.
Liam Johnson picked up his coat and put his phone away. He looked at her and said, "I'll send you back."
Emma Smith was embarrassed to trouble him again, but Liam Johnson was insistent.
On the way, he received a call. After talking for a few words, he told Emma Smith, "I need to go back to my apartment to receive a fax. I'll get it and then send you."
Emma Smith was a bit hesitant.
A woman going to a single man's apartment meant something, and she knew it well. But then she thought self-mockingly: A man like Liam Johnson doesn't lack women. He doesn't need to use any tricks!
Emma Smith didn't say anything, which was taken as consent.
...
Liam Johnson's apartment was located in the prime area of B City, about 200 square meters. The decoration was so luxurious that it looked like a showroom.
Liam Johnson asked Emma Smith to wait in the living room while he went to the study.
The other party faxed the document. After receiving it, he made a call to his assistant and gave a few instructions.
After finishing the business, Liam Johnson was about to send Emma Smith back when the phone in his pocket rang.
The unique ringtone belonged to someone specific.
Liam Johnson's expression changed slightly, and his whole body tensed up as he took out the phone... Sure enough, it was that person's call.
For a long time, he hung up the call.
The person on the other end, rather arrogantly, didn't call back.
Liam Johnson's mood turned extremely bad. He took out a bottle of strong liquor from the wine cabinet.
After drinking two and a half glasses, he held the glass, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly looking at the darkness outside...
Emma Smith waited outside for a long time.
At first, she could still hear the sound of the fax machine inside. Later, after Liam Johnson's phone rang, there was no sound. She was worried and gently pushed open the door of the study.
Liam Johnson had his back to her.
Emma Smith couldn't see his face, but his back was filled with loneliness.
A woman's intuition told her that there was someone in Liam Johnson's heart, and he was missing that person at this moment.
She didn't want to disturb and was about to leave quietly on tiptoe.
"Stop!"
Behind her, came Liam Johnson's slightly hoarse voice.
Emma Smith's body stiffened. Then, she was gently hugged from behind.
Liam Johnson nibbled on her delicate neck, his hot breath puffing in her ear: "You came here, wasn't it because you wanted to be with me?"
Emma Smith couldn't deny it.
There was a voice in her heart telling her that Liam Johnson's mood was unstable now. Even if they slept together, he might not acknowledge it later.
But her limbs were weak and she simply couldn't resist.
The night was charming.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the luxurious apartment on the 24th floor in the city center, Emma Smith was held up by someone, her slender wrist pinched and firmly pinned against the glass.
Liam Johnson was very good at teasing. Those delicate tricks almost drove Emma Smith crazy.
Clearly, he was the one who drank alcohol, but he was soberly observing her lost and passionate appearance.
...
Emma Smith didn't wait for him to take her.
With her eyes hazy and her red lips slightly parted, her voice was also hoarse: "Liam Johnson... What's wrong?"
The desire in Liam Johnson's eyes vanished completely.
He took a step back and said coldly, "Miss Smith, I drank a little. I was out of line."
Emma Smith's face turned pale, and she was unbearably embarrassed.