Chapter 275 - Shower 1

In the Britt's.

It was rare for the whole family to have dinner together. At the table, Beverly had been helping Maury with the dishes. Eliot only put food onto Emily's plate occasionally. Only Elsie was left unattended, and she was sulking.

Maury gave a bowl of soup from Susan to Eliot and said, "The annual meeting is coming soon. Work harder these days. Have more soup, and don't get sick."

Eliot took the soup. From his black circles, it wasn't hard to see how busy he had been these days. "Thank you, Dad."

Eliot had a cold these days and had coughed for a few days, so he didn't go to the company. Now that with Beverly and Eliot, there was nothing important in the company. He didn't attend to it anymore and only focused on recuperating. Although he didn't particularly trust Beverly, he trusted Eliot more than anyone.

"Emily has lost weight as well." Eliot put a drumstick in her bowl. "Your favorite drumstick."

Emily didn't say anything, but just pushed her bowl of soup to him and said, "Dad, it's for you."

Maury was overjoyed and said, "Thank you." After saying that, he drank all the soup.

Beverly smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's not like there's no soup. It's simply a bowl of soup. Susan, serve more soup."

Just as Susan was about to leave, Maury coughed and said, "That's OK. I'm full."

Elsie took a sip of the soup and frowned, "How can it be so unpalatable?"

Eliot was wiping his mouth. Hearing this, he said coldly, "Don't have it if you don't like it!"

Elsie was scared by him. She did not reply, but lowered her head and took small bites.

Beverly mediated the dispute and said something else, persuading Eliot into going upstairs. Then she pushed Elsie. "Don't be angry with your father. It's you who will suffer at last."

Eliot and Emily also went upstairs one after the other. Seeing their backs, Elsie threw her chopsticks angrily. "He and Eliot treat me as an invisible person! I was sitting right next to him. How could Eliot put no food in my plate! How could dad be so happy when served soup by that retarded?"

Emily could hear such a loud noise. So as Eliot. They didn't stop walking. Eliot turned around and looked at Emily. She had slightly lowered her eyelashes, casting shadows on her small face. He couldn't discern her emotions.

But even without guessing, she must be very sad.

Eliot patted her shoulder and said, "Don't mind what she said."

Emily raised her head and smiled at him. Her smile was innocent and harmless, and her eyes were as bright as the stars in the universe.

Eliot couldn't help but cover her eyes. "Don't smile at others like this."

Emily stopped smiling, confused.

Eliot sighed softly, "Your gaze would easily seduce others into committing crimes." He rubbed the bangs on her forehead until her long hair covered her eyes, and then let her go with satisfaction. "Go to sleep."

Emily became alert. She was too relaxed to restrain herself when facing Eliot just now.

She pinched her fingertips and lowered her head as she entered her room, thinking that Eliot would not talk to her like that after the annual meeting.

She was a little distracted. After entering the room, she did not turn on the light. Only after a few steps did she feel that something was wrong. A person was sitting on the edge of the bed in the dim wall lamp.

She turned around and locked the door. Then she went straight to the balcony, closed the door, and drew the curtains. Then she turned around in the dark, while the man was no longer there.

She had just reached out with one hand when she touched the man's suit, slightly cool and had an expensive and high-class texture.

"Vincent." She said softly.

The man answered softly, his voice slurred as if with lust and it somewhat hoarse and inviting.

Emily inexplicably remembered the sound when he kissed her fiercely, which was somewhat similar to the sound he had just made.

Her ears suddenly burned, and she retracted her hand silently.

Vincent had a good eyesight in the darkness. He saw she take back her tender hand. The little woman stood obediently. Revealing from her silk-like long hair, her delicate flushed ear was bewitching.

He smiled gently, his dark eyes filled with joy.

"You get shy." He leaned himself close to the delicate ear. As he spoke, his thin lips brushed the fragile and sensitive ear bones, sending shivers down to the woman beneath.

"These few days," He said, raising his hand and gently hooking her chin, his voice hoarse and charming, "do you miss me?"

Emily met his eyes somewhat passively and thought to herself, 'Why should I be shy?' Although she didn't know why she flushed, she was sure that it was a sign of shyness.

Probably because they hadn't seen each other for too long, they were somewhat unfamiliar. Besides, there was also thrill, for the room was dark, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs outside were clear. It was unknown if it was Susan or Beverly.

Emily reached out her hand again. This time, she reached out to Vincent's face and carefully stroked his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips one by one. After that, she lightly tiptoed and put one hand around his neck. She gasped at his ear and said as what he had done, "What do you think..."

Having said that, she remembered his previous additional movements and gently nibbled his ear bone.

She did not know that her actions had almost instantly ignited a fire in the man's heart. Vincent suddenly tilted his head and kissed her in his arms, clasping her slender waist with one hand. Then he straddled her and fell back a few steps into the large bed.

He kissed fiercely, almost wanting to swallow her.

Just as they could not withhold themselves, someone twisted the handle. Emily instantly bounced up. Then she hurriedly pushed Vincent and whispered, "It's Eliot!"

Vincent gasped. He kissed her fiercely once more when he heard this. Then, he got up. Instead of going out, he went into the bathroom.

Emily closed the bathroom door, turned on the light on the desk, and then walked over to open the door.

"Why do you lock the door?" Eliot came in with a glass of milk and said, "Drink while it's hot."

"I don't know. It's unlocked." Emily pretended to not know it. She took the glass of milk and intended to smile at him, but Eliot's words occurred to her. She didn't smile then. She only lowered her head and obediently held the glass.

Eliot could only see her rosy lips. He looked away at the desk behind her, and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

"Prepare to take a bath." Emily put the milk on the table.

"Still haven't showered?" Eliot looked at her again, "Why are you flushed?"

"..."

Emily picked up the milk on the table and said, "I'll shower after I drink it."

As she spoke, she raised her head and drank. She looked like a cute animal when she drank milk.. She had tender eyes and fair skin, and her long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow over her small face.