In her previous life, because of Gaia and Zachary, Emma had alienated all her good friends.
And Chase, he was her best friend and had treated her as his own sister. Their friendship had been ruined, but in the end, to protect her, Chase died in a car accident.
"I'm sorry, Chase... I was wrong. I shouldn't have quarreled with you...
"I shouldn't have trusted the traitors and broken up with you."
"Because of me, your family was ruined."
Emma had so many things she wanted to apologize to Chase.
She had done so many wrong things in her previous life.
Fortunately, she was reborn. She still could change everything!
"Hey, Emma, are you okay? Hush, don't cry... I'm not angry with you. I'm just joking."
Chase was panicked when he heard Emma crying.
Who Emma was to him? She was the girl who didn't cry even when her shed blood. She was more masculine than him! And tonight, she cried. Three days ago, they had a trivial quarrel and over it he said he didn't want to be her friend anymore. Was it worth her crying?
"Yeah, I know... It's over. Let's not talk about it. By the way, Chase, I have something I need your help...
Emma's lips curled into a scornful smile. Her cold eyes seemed to be coating with ice.
In her last life, Irene had made Emma a target for public criticism.
In this life, Emma wouldn't let this girl go!
She had prepared a big gift for Irene in the casting tomorrow.
After explaining the situation to Chase, Emma hung up. Glancing around her familiar room, she heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, she could put off the heavy disguise.
Her long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, covering a cyan shade that lay deep at the bottom of her eyes. Emma's lips cracked into a cold smile.
She was back!
It was nice though...
Walking into the bathroom, Emma found she was still wearing Simon's suit jacket.
A strong masculine scent entangled her like blades of seaweed. It was a strange smell, but it somehow gave her an inexplicable sense of security.
Nah, it was crazy.
How could she feel safe with a person like Simon...
With a wry smile, Emma took off the suit. As she was half-way throwing the jacket into the trash can, she changed her mind and carefully put it into the changing basket.
Obviously, she wouldn't be likely see him again in the future. They weren't living in the same world, anyway. Still, Emma wanted to keep this suit of his for herself.
Perhaps it was because of the sense of security that she had kept longing for...
Emma threw her torn dress into the trash can. Only at this moment she saw the chain of hickies on her delicate, fair neck, which made she frown with dissatisfaction.
"What kind of canine is this man?!"
Shaking her head, Emma walked into the shower. After the shower, she threw herself onto the bed and fell asleep right away. She didn't even blow her hair dry.
At the same time, in a private hospital.Simon was sitting shirtless to let the doctor treat his wounds. He put down the documents in his hand and looked at the photo of a sweet, smiling petite woman, light flashing in his eyes.
'Emma Moore?'
'Well done, little swindler. Let's see how you escape this time!
"Sir, your phone rang."
After the doctor finished bandaging Simon, he looked at Simon and timidly reminded him.
His phone had rung for almost a minute. It seemed Dee-Lo had something occupied his mind and ignored his phone.
"I see. You can leave."
Simon had a little headache. He glanced at the caller ID on the screen and found it was Louis.
Rubbing his forehead, he picked up the call and went to the bathroom.
"Gramps..."
"You brat, how do you know it's me calling ?!"
The irritated voice of Simon's grandfather - York Arthur came from the phone.
"Gramps, let's get down to business. I'm very busy!"
Simon looked at the scratches on his back and frowned, grunting,
"What kind of feline is this woman?!"
"What did you say? I'm rather a tiger than any little feline!"
York thought that Simon was teasing him, and he was indeed infuriated.
"Gramps, if you don't have anything to say, I'll hang up now."
Frowning, Simon was about to hang up the call.
"Hey, don't. Ahem, at eight o'clock tomorrow night, come to the Pean Coffee. I got a blind date for you with Mr. Charles' granddaughter.
Remember to make time and go there."
"I don't have time!"
"You little brat, do you want to piss me off? Let me tell you, you can't run away. If you don't come to the cafe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and even the days after that, I will arrange blind dates for you every day!"
"Don't even think about having a good day until you get a wife!"
Since being soft didn't work, York decided to play tough.
Simon was speechless.
"I see. I'll go!"
Hanging up the call, Simon pinched the patch of skin between his eyebrows to ease his headache. Subconsciously, he reached for the pack of cigarettes in his trouser pocket.
Unexpectedly, he touched something silky soft.
"What's this?"
Simon took out a pink lacy underwear that obviously didn't belong to him.
A smile appeared from the corner of his mouth as he suddenly came up with an idea.
Emma...
"Little swindler, I didn't expect you to come in handy so soon!"
Shoving the pink underwear back to his trouser pocket, Simon strode out of the bathroom. He put on his clothes and opened the door of the ward.
"Sir, where are you going?"
When the four bodyguards standing at the door saw Simon leaving, they subconsciously followed him.
"I'm going to see my wife! No need to follow me. You can leave now."
What?!
Did Dee-Lo who had never been interested in women just said that he was going to see his wife?!
Could it be something wrong with their hearing?!
Where did his wife come from?!
Not long after Emma had fallen asleep, she started to have nightmares.
She was lying naked on the dirty floor of an abandoned factory.
Her face was destroyed by acid, and now was covered with burn scars, giving her a ghostly hideous look.
A thick iron chain was tied to her neck as if she was a dog. Her limps were skinned by the shackles and iron stakes that pierced through her flesh and bones to nail her into the ground.
"Hurt... It hurts so much..."
Could someone come and save her... She didn't want to die...
Even in her sleep, Emma's brows knitted together. Beads of cold sweat covered her forehead, as she was tossing and turning uneasily.
She knew it was just a nightmare, but she couldn't wake up. It seemed her nightmare now had a tangible body that could touch and wrestle with her!
"Crackle—"
The door of the place squeaked open. Several doctors in white coats followed Zachary and Gaia in.
"Emma, long time no see. Do you remember me?"
Gaia squatted down in front of her with a faint smile. She pinched her nose while poking Emma's bony body in disgust.
It's not that we haven't seen each other for a long time... Gaia!
Emma wanted to say something, but she found she couldn't utter a word!
"Baby, why do you talk too much with this gross thing? Let's do it directly. Don't touch her. She's dirty. Gaia, you will soon have a healthy body... We've been waiting for this day for too long!"
Zachary, who was standing beside Gaia, glanced at Emma's tattered body in disgust, urging his lover impatiently. With great tenderness, he helped the girl stand up.
Ah...
He was the man Emma had been deeply in love with for the rest of her life, and she had given him everything including her life.
Zachary Sanders!
It was really ridiculous!
Emma wanted to laugh, but she had only tears uncontrollably streaming from the corners of her eyes.
When the medical staff on the side heard Zachary's order, they started their job, didn't even give Emma an anesthetic. Within seconds, the cold scalpel directly cut into her chest.