Upon arriving at the second floor, Emily went to the study to apologize. She stood in front of Vincent's desk meekly. She looked up at Vincent. Seeing that he still wore a long face, she went to him and said flatteringly, "Mr. Vincent, let me massage your shoulders."
He hadn't exercised for two days. Although mountain climbing was intense for many people, it was just like a hike for him.
Emily massaged his shoulders. She felt that his muscles were so hard and she didn't have the strength to relax them, so she massaged softer spots like his neck. Her hands were small and they looked even more petite and soft when placed on his shoulders.
Vincent stretched out his hand to cover hers and pulled her into his embrace. Emily took the opportunity to hug his neck. Her eyes were so bright that it seemed to have shining stars in them.
Vincent covered her eyes with his big palm. He picked up the medicine on the table with his other hand and sprayed it on her lips. After that, he got her up and said, "Go."
Emily would turn around every three steps she took. "Mr. Vincent?"
"What?" Vincent tilted his head to look at her. His face was still emotionless, and she was unable to tell whether he was happy or not. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, making his eyes look bewitching.
The words 'Are you angry?' that Emily was about to say were instantly replaced by 'Yesterday, I smiled because every time you held my hand, I couldn't help but want to hug you.'
"..."
Vincent's eyebrows relaxed, and his lips curved.
Emily smiled until her eyebrows curved. Rex pushed open the door and came in. Seeing them smiling at each other, he was shocked. Only after Emily left did he ask, "Mr. Vincent, was Miss Emily really bitten by a dog?"
"Get lost."
"..."
Rex, who had just rushed back from the company, was so distressed. He never expected that Rolando would trick him...
Emily returned to her room and received a call from Harold before she could rest.
"Noah is at Dalton Hotel."
Emily finally remembered Christy, who stayed in the guest room. She asked, "Anything else?"
"Eliot already knows that he was released because of Mr. Vincent's help."
"Yeah." Emily knew that. That day, she deliberately let the guard in to take a look for her in order to relate herself to Vincent.
"Recently, Beverly has been in the company for longer than Maury." Harold said.
"It's fine. Let her enjoy herself." After Emily finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something. In her previous life, the Britts had gone bankrupt, but Elsie and Beverly still lived smoothly. There might be support behind them. The person behind Beverly wanted to destroy the Britts and would never help them, so...
She paused for a moment and said, "Check if she has any frequent contacts, especially with men."
"I see." Harold said, "Miss Emily, pay attention to your health. Don't catch a cold."
"Alright, I will, and so should you. Find an excuse and come to me several days later. Take my painting and frame it and send it to the Dalton Hotel."
"Yes."
After hanging up, Emily went straight to the guest room. Christy was not there. When she passed by the training room, she heard a sound. She pushed open the door and saw Christy standing on the arena kicking and waving her fists incessantly. Her entire body was drenched in sweat as if she had just come out of water. She did not wear makeup, but her bare face was also beautiful.
"You're back?" Hearing the sound, Christy turned around.
When she got down, the little robot next to the wall immediately stretched its legs and politely handed over a towel. She reached out to caress its head and smiled at it. "Thank you."
Emily was surprised that the little robot hadn't returned. She also squatted down and stared at it. She asked, "Trevor? Are you there?"
Christy, who was wiping her sweat, paused and asked in surprise, "Isn't it called Eleven? Why do you call it Trevor?"
"Its owner is called Trevor." Emily said.
"Oh."
Christy went to the dressing room, took a shower, and went out naked to change clothes. Emily did not expect that she could be so open in front of her, so she did not stay away. She directly asked, "How is your stay?"
"Good, this place has everything in it. There are food, drink, and clothing." Christy put on a man's sweater as she speaks.
"..."
Forget about the sweater, even her trousers were sweatpants for men. Emily couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are you wearing your brother's clothes?"
"No, Rex's."
"..."
After Christy changed her clothes and came out, she picked up the robot on the ground and placed it on her shoulder. Then, she bid farewell to guard, who battled with her, and came out.
Emily asked, "Did that person contact you?"
"No." Christy stretched her arms and turned her neck, "I'm curious. How did you know that there was someone behind us?"
The robot massaged her neck with its fists. Christy enjoyed it and closed her eyes. Occasionally, she would point at her shoulders and said, "Here, here."
It seemed that she had long since gotten used to the robot's attentive service.
If Emily remembered correctly, the little robot was connected to Trevor's computer. If the little robot acted on its own, then it would be reasonable, if not, did it mean...
However, it seemed unlikely. Trevor was not even willing to speak, so how could he manipulate the robot to massage Christy?
"Our family is very poor." Emily said.
Christy opened her eyes and was confused.
"It's real." Emily looked at Vincent's room on the corridor. It had been almost two months since she had arrived in this world. She felt as if she just returned yesterday. She got out of the pool and saw that she was still alive ... Then she entered the room and fell onto Vincent...
"In the beginning, they wanted to use me to rip Vincent off. They were sure that he wouldn't make things difficult for a retard."
Emily knew that it was Beverly who came up with that plan, but Elsie didn't follow it. Elsie just wanted her to lose her reputation, so she drugged her and sent her to Vincent's room. She wanted Vincent to throw her out, but Vincent didn't do that. He called a doctor, dressed her with a new dress and sent her home.
Christy asked, "But nobody would have expected that Vincent wouldn't let a retard go."
"..."
Emily was dumbfounded and then smiled, "Vincent is a good man."
Christy did not refute, but nodded when she heard this. "I can tell that he is very good to you."
Although she didn't witness it, guard, who battled with her, often browsed WeChat, and Christy had a chance to get closer and took a few glances. Without exception, it was all about Vincent and Emily.
There was a photo of Vincent and Emily at the entrance of a farm stay. The man was tall and had long legs. He looked noble and aloof. He lowered his head and leaned close to the girl as if he wanted to kiss her.
The scene was beautiful, and the background was vibrant green mountains.
The guard group was in chaos, all they were talking about was how envious they were of the picked guard who went with Vincent.
Christy asked curiously, "You drew the prize for that?"
"No."
"Battling?" She asked.
"No." guard smiled embarrassedly and stretched out his hand and said angrily, "We played rock, paper, scissors."
"..."
Then, it was a photo of the farm stay taken at night. Vincent and Emily were standing in a dark corner with candles lit on the table. The two looked down at their phones with their heads close to each other. There were many people in the photo, but it seemed that no one could fit in and no one had the heart to disturb them.
Then there was a photo taken on the mountain. The two hugged each other. From the photo, they seemed to be whispering. Christy saw that Vincent's seemed to be biting Emily's ears while Emily was in his arms.
The sweetness almost overflowed from the screen.
...
When they were almost at Christy's room, Emily stopped. She looked at her and said, "If you don't have money, I can give you some. Can you please quit that job? I can offer you a new one."
Christy walked into the room and turned around, smiling at her. That smile was so mild and it was gone in a flash. She seemed to just casually pull the corner of her mouth. Then she said, "There may not be a job for me."
"Of course there is, what do you want?" Emily asked.
After a long time, Christy's voice sounded from behind the door, "I've killed people."
She said it in such a casual manner as if she was talking about the weather.
Emily was astounded.. She saw Christy looking at her with a calm expression as she said, "Thank you for your kindness."