Chapter 159 - A Power Outage

Although Emily had come out to climb the mountain these days, she hadn't slack off in her studies at all. In the morning, she practiced martial arts with Vincent in the room. During the day, she climbed the mountain and occasionally discussed stocks with Vincent. In the evening, she was totally occupied.

Others sat there chatting. She found a sketchbook to draw lines carefully. Vincent occasionally went out to answer the phone, listen to the report from the assistant on the work and make corrections. They didn't disturb each other. After finishing their own business, they sat here to listen to others telling ghost stories. Of course, Emily did not listen much at the beginning. She didn't raise her head until she heard Lord Top's voice.

She was just curious as to why his voice ... was not as soft and exquisite as a girl. She suspected that he was wearing a voice changer, so she stared at him absent-mindedly.

When Lord Top told the last paragraph, he glanced at her.

"Then she felt something above her head. She looked up and saw that strange man's face. He had been watching her all the time ... and staring at her until dawn."

Emily suddenly got goosebumps all over her body. With a tremble of her hand, Vincent held her hand in his palm and turned to ask, "What's wrong?"

The warm breath reached her ear. Emily's hair was almost standing on end. She shook her head and hurriedly focused on her painting, adding a few more strokes.

Yeah, she's scared of ghosts.

Especially when Janessa stared at her saying word by word that she had seen ghosts, Emily was about to explode. She refrained herself very hard from immediately standing up and fleeing in an awkward state.

When Emily went to the toilet, Janessa was in the bathroom. Emma and Arabella had already gone to bed. In the whole guest house, among women, only the landlady and Lord Top who was taken as a man were available. Emily had no choice but to go into the toilet alone. She then turned on her phone to play the music. She closed her eyes and didn't dare to look up. She rushed to the door after using the toilet quickly.

As a result, she rushed out and bumped into a man. Emily covered her painful nose and raised her head with streaming eyes.

"Why are you running?" Stared by her watery eyes, Vincent felt that his evil factor inside was about to come out and cause trouble. He wished that he could make Emily in front of him cry until she was out of breath....

He tilted his head slightly and exhaled to suppress the evil fire that had come out for no reason.

Emily didn't know what he was thinking in front of her. She only felt relieved the moment she saw Vincent. She went to the other side to wash hands. Then, she turned and said to Vincent, "There's a mouse in the toilet."

Vincent did not expose her and only echoed "Yes."

After they finished washing together, they went to the room. Suddenly, a room door was opened and Lord Top came out with a card in his hand. When he saw Emily and Vincent, he paused for a second and nodded at them. Then, he handed the card to Emily.

Just as Emily was about to receive the card, a long arm stretched out from the side. It was a dark ... guard with a dark arm, and a dark face that took the card. He grinned at Lord Top, revealing perfect white teeth, "Thank you."

"..."

Lord Top waved his hand, seemingly a little shy, "It's fine. Good night."

After the door was closed, Emily looked at the guard perplexedly. The latter took out his phone and took a picture immediately without noticing her, and then he sent it to the group chat.

"I got the autograph! Smirking face. jpg!"

Emily, "...."

Probably apart from him, most of the others in the group chat were too busy to reply. When Emily stuck her head to look over, she saw a message sent two minutes ago.

"Mr. Vincent just got hard again."

Emily, "...."

She looked at Vincent silently and wondered what had happened a few minutes ago. She went to the bathroom and Vincent met a woman outside?

During that period, the only woman awake ... was the landlady?

Emily was shocked by her thought. She involuntarily thought of seeing them standing together and gave a shudder.

Wait, two minutes ago, she was just out of the bathroom!

The light in the corridor suddenly went out. Emily stood frozen on the spot. She couldn't see anything, but wasn't afraid because Vincent was by her side. While thinking it, a warm hand grabbed hers. Vincent turned on the flashlight on his phone and tilted his head, "Go take a look."

The guard replied, "Yes."

She had just washed her hands, so they were ice-cold. Her hand is held in Vincent's warm and broad palm absorbing steady warmth. She could not help but hold him in return.

She seldom took the initiative. Vincent tilted his head to look at her. This glance coincidentally met Emily's peek. They looked at each other, and the light from the phone seems to be hazy, as if it had been covered with voile.

He caught her smiling. He stopped, turned and asked, "Why are you smiling?"

"Nothing." Emily shook her head.

"Nothing. Really?" Vincent lowered his head to approach her. His face was almost in front of hers. The flashlight on his phone was turned off. She could not see anything, but sensed his warm breath released on her face.

The doors along the corridor were opened one by one. Someone asked, "Sir, why is there a power outage? My phone is dead. I'm playing games. When the power will be restored?"

"We're playing games. Why is there no electricity?"

"Could it be a power outage again?"

The landlord shouted at the top of his voice, "The breaker tripped. Wait a minute."

The members of Randy's team then stood at the door and chatted with each other in the darkness.

Vincent grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her into the room. He put her against the door and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Don't look at me like that."

Emily immediately covered her eyes. At that moment, the electricity was restored. The room became bright in a sudden. Emily in front of him covered her eyes. Under the tip of her curved nose were pink lips. The seductive bead of her lips shone with luster.

Vincent's eyes darkened slightly. He bent down and gently kissed her lips. Originally, he only wanted to touch her lips, but later, he felt a little irrepressible. He kissed her hungrily and fiercely, almost swallowing her into his stomach.

Emily had already removed her hands from her eyes. The light made all the small movements clear. Her palm slightly pressed against his chest. She raised her head to breathe and catch a glimpse of the strong lust in his eyes.

"..."

Vincent turned off the light, carried her to bed, took off her shoes and coat, and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Go to sleep."

He went out again.

Emily touched her swollen lips and stared at the door with the quilt wrapped around her. After a while, Vincent came back wet and went to another bed. He turned off the light. His voice returned to a cold and deep tone in the darkness. "Why did you smile?"

"..."

He still remembered that smile.

Emily looked in his direction. She could not see his face, because the light was off. She only whispered, "I just feel that your hand is very big. It reminds me of my father's."

"..."

Vincent didn't respond for a long time.

"Vincent?" Emily said softly.

Vincent's voice was slightly heavy, "Go to sleep."

Emily muttered, "You brought up the question."

"Let's do something else if you're not sleepy?" The man's voice was very deep.

Emily thought to herself that he wouldn't do something else, but of course, she was unsure. She quickly turned around and said, "I'm going to sleep."

After what Vincent did, she had long forgotten about those ghost stories. The moment she touched the pillow, she fell asleep.

Vincent on the other bed, however, tossed and turned, unable to sleep.. He went out to take three cold baths.