Chapter 194 - I Think

Emily shook her head.

"Then what brand of cigarette does he smoke? It smelled good. I asked him last time, but he didn't answer."

Emily shook her head again. She intended to act stupidly, so she lowered her head to eat and shook her head.

Although disappointed at her reaction, she quickly braced up. "It doesn't matter. I'll know all of his likes and dislikes as I get to know him gradually in the coming days."

Irene looked at Emily. Although the little girl was a bit slow, she was good-looking with watery eyes, a small and curved nose, pink and plump lips. She chewed with bulging cheeks, looking pretty and lovely. A few years later, she would turn out drop-dead gorgeous.

She stared at Emily for a while and suddenly asked, "Do you like Mr. Vincent?"

Emily slowed down with her meal. She raised her head and looked into Irene with her eyes shining brightly.

A moment later, Emily nodded and said softly, "Yes."

Irene smiled said with laughter, "Mr. Vincent is so handsome. Every woman in City Y likes him. But you're too young, it's unlikely for Mr. Vincent to choose you. When you get old enough, he's already mine."

Emily also smiled at her. She didn't know what to be happy about. It was just she suddenly recalled what Mr. Vincent had said to her--I'm all yours.

Amazed by Emily's flawless acting, the Guards fell silent for a moment.

When Vincent returned, Irene had left. On the table of the living room, there was a bouquet of fiery red roses and a scented piece of paper. On the paper, there was a line of words with handsome handwriting.

"See you tomorrow."

He went upstairs without looking sideways. Behind him was Rex, who proactively threw the rose and the paper into the trash can.

Emily was searching for news about Stephanie Smith on the internet. Her scandals, including her recent breakup, were everywhere on the internet. The poor students she sponsored before successively posted their accusations online. They said the students she had been sponsoring for several years are not doing well, but she was indifferent and ordered them not to come to her or make phone calls. They also mentioned that her words were filled with impatience, which overturned her public persona as a considerate person.

Quite a few netizens scrambled to leave their comment. The most searched news were inundated with malicious comments. Some people made GIFs out of the TV drama where she had made her debut. What's worse, they even added text on these GIFs to urge her to scram out of the entertainment industry.

The entire page was in a mess. As Emily went down the page, she only found a statement and a lawyer's letter from her studio. She did not speak for herself, and many netizens equated her silence as her confession, so verbal abuse was becoming more rampant. Up to now, it has been going for a month.

Emily clicked on another piece of information about her boyfriend. That man said they had broken up and he had nothing to do with her.

It sent a chill to her heart. How could this man leave Stephanie when she needed him the most!

She clenched her fists tightly. All of a sudden, her fist was wrapped in a large hand. She turned around and caught Vincent’s deep eyes. He gripped her fists, held her waist, took her into his arms, and sit down. Then, he looked at the phone and asked, "What did you see?"

Emily chinpointed at the phone. "This man was scared away because he saw his girlfriend being attacked by the netizens."

Vincent remained the same look and said casually, "The husband and wife were birds of the same forest, but they flew separately in the face of a calamity."

Hearing this, Emily stiffened for a while. Then she tilted his head and said, "Mr. Vincent, will you..."

"No." Vincent pressed his chin against her head, interrupting her speculation.

"I mean if something happens to you in the future, I will be the first to run."

"..."

Emily snickered, turned her head, and hugged his neck. Just as she was going to say something to comfort this man, a deep voice fell from above, "That's the right thing to do."

Emily was stunned. She could tell that Mr. Vincent was not joking.

Vincent kissed her gently with devotion. He carefully sucking on her lips, and then put his hands on the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Emily was intoxicated by this kiss, but she was still thinking about what he just said.

Vincent loosed his grip and the topic. He took out two certificates and handed them to Emily. A police badge was printed on the certificate, and the words below it was SWAT.

"What's this?" Emily opened it up and saw a photo of Noah and a line of words, People's Police of China. There was also a work permit containing the detailed information of his name, police number and the address of the police station he belonged to.

The other one belonged to Christy.

Emily was a little shocked. She mentioned it yesterday, and she didn't expect that Vincent would give her such a big gift today. She had planned to spend her own money to find some helpers. Now, with these credentials in hand, it was like having an armed force waiting for her orders at any time, which brought great convenience.

Most importantly, Noah and Christy would be very happy to have a new identity.

"Thank you." Emily's eyes lit up, "So, it is because of this that you came back so late?"

Vincent looked down at her and said in a deep voice, "Do you miss me?"

Emily said, "No, Irene came here to see you. She guessed you might be attracted by some little girls at the banquet so you didn't come back."

Vincent, "..."

The Guards tittered.

Emily pretended not to see the speechless expression on his face. "Oh, she also sent you flowers. Why didn't you bring them up?"

"I threw them." Vincent knit his eyebrows, which deepened the creases on his eyelids, emphasizing his deep-set eyes.

Emily asked, "Why?"

"You want me to bring them up?" Vincent tilted his head and squinted at her.

Emily said earnestly, "No, I think they are very beautiful."

"That's it?" Vincent reached out and pinched her face, "Nothing else?"

Emily paused for a moment, but she failed to hold back the smile on her face. She grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle bite. She nibbled his fingers and said in a warning and blurry voice" If you touch the flowers she gave you, I'll bite off your fingers."

Vincent smiled dotingly. He pressed his one finger against Emily's soft and smooth lips, "Look at this jealous girl."

Actually, Emily wasn’t jealous. She liked Irene's temperament, so how could she be jealous of her? She knew Vincent crystal clear. If she acted as if nothing had happened, Vincent would ... be very disappointed, wouldn't he?

At midnight, the drawing room opened. A shadow figure furtively came in with a bunch of flowers and inserted them into the vase. Then, someone sat upright in front of the easel, turning on the phone torch and drawing in the dark.

About half an hour later, the drawing room opened again.

Vincent stood at the door with a poker face. He turned on the light and saw Emily in the room. She was in her fuzzy pink pajamas. She held a brush in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. In front of her was a bouquet of fiery red roses. It was exactly the one from Irene and the one later thrown by Rex.

Emily startled for a few seconds before squeezing out a smile, "Hi, Mr. Vincent. You haven't gone to bed yet? What a coincidence. "

Vincent locked his eyes on her for a while. Then he turned around and walked away.

Emily didn't know what to do.

She was ten minutes away from finishing the painting on the easel, but she felt Vincent seemed to be angry….

Feeling caught between Vincent and the painting, she resolutely went for the painting.

Feeling Frustrated, Vincent left and went back at a slow pace. After thinking for a moment, he took a blanket from his room and put it on Emily's shoulder. He kept her accompany, watching her painting in the silent night.

Outside the door, the Yan guards squeezed together like sardines.

Guard A: I think Mr. Vincent was dumped again.

Guard B: I think so.

Guard C: What are you talking about?

Guard D: Oh, man.

Guard C: What are they talking about?