Emily felt extremely humiliated.
She had never been treated this way before.
Being constrained by a golden chain, she had completely lost her freedom. Like a slave's favorite maid, she lost all her dignity.
The culprit behind all of this was her elder brother, Everett! She was very naughty, and it angered him, but she did not want him to care about her.
She did not want someone from the Marshal family to control her and hoped that they would die from disappointment.
Many people wanted to be part of the mighty Marshal family, but Emily was an exception.
She even hated these so-called upper-class identities.
So what if they were loaded with money?
All the dirty laundry they had done behind their backs was
disgusting.
"Miss Emily, please go to the bathroom. Everything you need for your shower has been prepared for you!" Seeing that Emily was just sitting on the edge of the bed silently, the servant urged her patiently.
Emily glanced at them and then looked down at the shackles on her feet.
If she wanted to leave, she could only please Everett.
He wanted her to keep the golden chain on while she showered, so she should keep it on.
Perhaps he felt that the attitude and sincerity of her apology was inadequate.
She would be fine once she left the place!
Emily endured the rage and humiliation in her heart. She got up, followed the servant without a word, and went to the bathroom next door.
The golden chain was really heavy. As she walked from one room to the other, several obvious red marks had already formed on her ankle.
Emily was in pain, but she did not say a word. She dragged the chain with difficulty and followed the servant to the bathroom which was as spacious as a normal living room.
The servants immediately surrounded her in an orderly manner. They helped her take off her clothes, comb her hair, and remove her makeup.
However, the moment the makeup towel in the servant's hand touched Emily's face, Emily immediately retorted,
"Don't touch my face!"
The servant who was about to remove her makeup hesitated for a moment and did not dare to touch her again.
"Get out, all of you." Suddenly, a deep, pleasant male voice came from the door.
Emily glanced at the door and saw Everett standing there in a bathrobe.
Emily was already in the midst of taking off her clothes, and her body was almost completely exposed in front of Everett.
She was stunned and
immediately turned around.
With her back to Everett, she covered the important bits with her arms.
Everett took the makeup towel from the tray in the servant's hand and walked toward Emily's back. With a straight face, he gently covered Emily's face.
He was much taller than Emily.
He covered her face from behind, and she was almost firmly locked in his arms.
"Everett, l'm going to take a shower. Please get out!" When Emily felt the temperature of his palm, she realized that Everett had entered. She was nervous and kept stuttering.
After all, Everett was her brother! There was a difference between men and women!
How could he come in when she was almost naked?
Although this was not the first time they had been in such a situation.
However, in such an awkward situation, it was the first time for both sides to be naked.
"Do you want your face to rot?"
Everett did not mean to let go of her at all.
As he spoke, he rubbed her face softly with the makeup towel in his hand a few times
and then reached out to the servant beside her.
The servant stepped forward and handed another two
makeup towels to Everett.
Out of the corner of their eyes, they were stunned when they saw Emily's real face under the thick makeup.
Unexpectedly, Emily, who had taken off her makeup, looked absolutely gorgeous!
Her skin was tender as a fresh-peeled egg.
After her panda-like eyes were wiped clean, they shone brightly like a clear spring.
Once the exaggerated red lipstick was wiped off her small mouth, it revealed pink, tender lips which could make anyone lose control of themselves
once they set their eyes on them. They would want to bite her lips to see what it tasted like.
Who would have thought that the beauty in front of him was
Emily if he did not know beforehand that it was her?
Who would have thought that Emily would turn that beautiful face of hers into such a ghastly one?
Emily's face was stared at for a long time.
It was not until the maid noticed the displeased look in Everett's eyes that she woke up from her daze.
She immediately lowered her head and set down the makeup towel in her hand. According to Everett's previous instructions, she held her breath, carefully went out, and closed the bathroom door behind her.
Emily was embarrassed from having her eyes, nose, and lips rubbed by Everett's hand.
This man did not know how to remove her makeup. He was very rude and clumsy as he rubbed her face. Was he trying to blind her and disfigure her?
"I'll do it myself!" She could not stand it anymore and grabbed
Everett's hand.
Everett lowered his eyes and looked at her small hand that was holding his.
He lowered her head, pressed his thin lips against her ear, and whispered, "In the future, I can do whatever you can't be bothered to."
Although his voice was soft, the threat in his words was
self-evident.
Emily did not want this horrible man to remove her makeup ever again!
She did not dare to disobey him in person, so she immediately nodded in
agreement.
Everett threw away the dirty makeup towel and held her waist with his right arm. He forced her to turn around and
sit on the edge of the huge bathtub, facing him.
Then, he gazed at her face seriously.
He took out two more makeup towels and continued to remove the thick mixture on her face.
At the thought that she had gone to the nightclub with this look a few days ago and had almost been molested, he felt unhappy.
As he rubbed Emily's face, his face became darker and darker.
The strength of his fingers also increased slightly.
Emily was in pain, and her face wrinkled. Everett acted as if he had not heard her soft groans.
He was expressionless as he wiped her face. He did it as if he were brushing the bottom of a pot.
Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Emily gave in. "I was wrong. I was wrong! I surrender! I won't give you the cold shoulder again! I won't go to the nightclub to get drunk again!"
A wise man did not fight when the odds were against him!
"Next time?"
Emily's gaze bumped into his cold eyes.
"No! There won't be a next time!" Emily was dumbfounded and at a loss for words, so she immediately promised.
Everett stopped and threw the makeup towel aside.
What a lawless woman! If he did not discipline her properly, there will be more instances of the same issue in the future!
"Emily, if there is a next time, remember what you promised me today!"
Emily pursed her lips and nodded. "Got it."
He could not stop smiling in his heart and on his face.
Emily's mother, whose surname was Marshall, was Everett's youngest aunt.
The problem was that Emily's mother was adopted into the Marshal family.
Therefore, it was no secret that Emily was not related to anyone in the Marshal family.
However, Everett did not treat her shabbily because of the non-existent blood relationship between them.
On the contrary, this man, who was as cold as ice, only displayed his rare tenderness in front of Emily.