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So things are far more brutal and heartbreaking when witnessed with one’s own eyes than in reality.
Emily Walker, her face flushed with sha, hurried to the staircase of the hotel.
Watching her figure disappear around the corner, Baron Stuart gazed at her for a long ti before turning around, not following her.
Sitting on the steps in the corridor, Emily seed to feel her swollen lips. Atter sitting down, she took out her cell phone from the small leather bag she had with her dress and took a look at the screen, seeing her own swollen lips.
That man was really…
She was even more pathetic, being kissed by him until she forgot to struggle. It was so humiliating.
Looking at how the lipstick had been wiped clean by that man, Emily stood up to go to the restroom to fix her lipstick but heard footsteps and a man’s murmuring voice as she was about to stand up.
“Rylee… Rylee… I love you so much, why…why did you marry that bastard… ?
Where are you, co out and see …”
Hearing the faint voice, Emily looked around and found that the sound was coming from above her head. She stood up and looked at the staircase leading to the third floor.
Looking up, she indeed saw a drunken man stumbling down the staircase. Perhaps because he was drunk, the next second, the drunken man tumbled down the staircase and rolled to Emily’s feet.
She instinctively stepped back and looked down at the man on the ground, who seed to be the one who had bumped into her in front of the bathroom door earlier.
Seeing the bloodstain on his forehead from the fall, Emily felt sympathy and was about to speak, “Mister… you…”
Although she was worried about the drunken man, as a woman, she was still sowhat scared. After all, the man in front of her was so drunk that he couldn’t even walk.
Emily extended her hand, wanting to bend down to help the man but then drew back.
What if he lost his senses while drunk like this?
However, was it really okay to just leave? What if the man died like this?
Looking at the blood stain gradually flowing from the man’s forehead, Emily hesitated and decided to help him up first, then call an ambulance for him.
The man lying on the ground seed to notice a woman standing beside him, but his eyes were blurry, and he couldn’t see the woman’s face clearly.
“Rylee… is it really you?” The man tried to reach out to grab Emily.
Seeing the hand suddenly reaching towards her, Emily was frightened and instinctively moved back.
Who was this Rylee? She wasn’t Rylee!
“Mister, are you… all right? Do you want to call an ambulance for you?” She tentatively asked, looking at the man lying on the ground with a guarded face.
He seed very hurt, not even recognizing people.
“Rylee… don’t leave, you know… I love you so much, for you… I…” The man suddenly stretched out a hand and forcefully grabbed Emily by the ankle!
Being grabbed by the foot by a stranger, and a drunk one at that, Emily couldn’t help but scream, “Ah! What are you doing… let go of , let go!”
Emily was so scared that she lifted her foot and tried to shake off the hand, but she couldn’t. Instead, she was dragged to the ground by the man.
Her bottom hit the ground again, and Emily’s face contorted in pain, nearly in tears.
“You finally agreed to see … Do you know, I’ve even divorced my wife for you….”
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