Unexpectedly Yours

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

B City.
When she walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Liam's big hand never let go, and Emma looked at the photo of the two of them on the marriage license, and still felt that everything was unreal, as if she was dreaming.
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, "Liam, you're not married for the second time, are you? Or have some hidden disease?" She thought in her heart, with his incredible face value, there must be a lot of women pursuing him.
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Liam stopped walking and pursed his lips slightly, "It's a bit late to think of these questions now, isn't it? Your name is already in my spouse's column, do you want to be a woman in a second marriage?"
Emma's first time experiencing such incredulity, her body tensed up, her mind was in chaos, completely unable to think. When she heard Liam's answer, she felt like she could barely hold her breath.
Impulse is the devil, today she really did not know what she was thinking, surprisingly married with this less than a day to know the man!
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Emma's face abruptly reddened, this man actually managed to flirt in a serious manner!
Wait a minute. "What did you just call me?" She seemed to hear him call her Liam's wife.
"Liam's wife, of course, did I call you that?" The corners of his mouth lifted in a smile.
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Emma understood his intention, directly handed him his cell phone, only to see his long and slender fingers on her cell phone to quickly enter his phone number, and then used her cell phone to make a call to himself.
"I still have a business to discuss tonight, the last two or three days will be quite busy, when I'm done, I'll come to pick you up, by the way, pay a visit to your family, and talk about our business." He didn't have a negotiating tone.
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"I live with Aunt Rachel and Uncle Eric, they are my family, no other family." Emma whispered.
Liam didn't ask any questions, he just answered, "Uh-huh."
Emma was inexplicably relieved, she didn't know how she was going to explain the past to her family. She had wanted to go back by herself, fearing that Aunt Rachel and Uncle Eric would find out.
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Emma was speechless by his logic, unable to find a reason to refuse. This man, always catching the point in a few words, making her unable to refute, Emma thought to herself, will she be controlled by him to death in the future?
The car drove all the way to an old neighborhood on the third ring road, Liam looked at the deep alley, his brows couldn't help but frown, "Are you walking alone at night in this kind of place?"
Emma grabbed the bag in her hand, "Not exactly, if I work late, Uncle Eric or Cousin Blake will come to pick me up."

But ever since Cousin Blake fell in love, Emma Moss has tried not to bother him. She's long been used to dealing with things on her own and doesn't want to cause him any trouble.
"It's not safe for a girl to walk at night," Liam Birch said earnestly, "Well, I'll wait here for you, and I'll go when you're safely home."
Emma's heart warmed, she nodded, and after a few steps she couldn't help but turn back to remind Liam, "Let me know in advance when you're coming to pick me up, we'll have to talk it over."
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Emma didn't answer his rhetorical question, she just lifted the corners of her mouth lightly and turned towards the house. She knew there was someone behind her who had been watching her, and this time she didn't feel afraid, instead she marched forward with determination.
It seemed that from this moment on, something had quietly changed.
Liam didn't get back into the cab until Emma was safely home. His face was once again as cold as ever, and the dim light that occasionally shone on his face blurred his emotions at the moment.
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She had to admit that she was a bit of a face reader, and it was Liam's stunning face that had her in stitches.
If a strange-looking man had asked her to marry him, she wouldn't have hesitated to slap him in the face.
She knew only a little about Liam. His parents were alive, he had a grandfather, ran a small company in City A, and lived in a 90-square-foot two-bedroom apartment, which wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either.
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Liam was a small business owner, and considering the pros and cons of a company and a job, there was no way she was going to let Liam stay with her at City B. The only option was for her to quit her job at City B and take a job there. The only option is for her to quit her job at City B and return to City A with him.
However, City A is the place she grew up and had to run away from, and she is not sure if going back is really a good option.
Emma smacked her head again in annoyance, she had always been very rational in her approach to things, but in this case she had been too hasty and hadn't thought things through clearly.
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Emma came out from her room with a pair of panda eyes, Aunt Rachel had already put breakfast on the table, and her eyes were full of pain when she saw her like this. "Nuan, why are your dark circles so heavy, is it because you worked overtime again last night?"
Emma didn't know how to mention to Aunt Rachel about her getting a license with a stranger, she only scratched her head and changed the subject, "No, I just didn't have a good rest."
Aunt Rachel patted her on the shoulder and sighed, "You child, why do you always work so hard? What girl your age isn't dressed up, going out with her boyfriend at night, enjoying life? You, on the contrary, dedicate all your nights to work. I really don't know what to say about you, work is endless, but your body is your own, what if you break it."

Emma Moss poked her tongue out, loving the nagging, it was motherly, "Aunt Rachel, I like the way things are going, the days are full. Besides, my niece is beautiful without having to dress up."
"That's true, you're just like the old Rachels, you're a natural. It's just that if your mom were still around, she wouldn't want you to live like this." A look of pain appeared on Rachel's face.
Her sister had been so strong all her life, but she had ended up in a tragic situation, with her husband's betrayal and suicide.
TUhSe sHmileÉ mon LE^mmaR'DsG fIaace a!l!s$o f'rPoKzed,) UnMcle Ewric waUlLk.edF oSut fRr(ogm BtFhOef kDiktKchepn,V *theh akpxronD ^ons rhiqs RbBodyL h&aÉdD !notR ywet taFkéen offm,Q H"qYNoBué AtuhZis& wmif(eW ics YreMallyI lmivéing Dmorep Pand LmóoJrbe! dbacYk,c alwMayKs^ GmceCnytrionningI thKo)se thincg.s in$ tche, parst forT whatl, mpceZoHpDlNe h(avSeZ to yli'v,e ivn tche $pqregseRntU, yzoxuX htavhe^ bAe)en liviYn&g Wfor m,olst oufX )yUour lifFe.,I howO Zcannm Syvosu néoutc b_e OabWlMeD mtoX handlYe it. It's* ugettPing Ilate.,b wAhRyL )dyon't yéoLu Yhurzry uBp& AasndB pour Emmma scoQme& OsLoyjmgilkR,* if Nuan iÉsj lateH ,fKor& SwborZk canéd vget&s scowl&dedó ubSy the h(ead owf tmh.ea Xd$epa.rRtmheunitv,C ScHann youH twak!eZ Ft.hje bLlabmde jfPorz MhAe!r?"P
Rachel glared at her husband, "Okay, you are nagging early in the morning, the older you get, the more nagging you are, you are annoying me to death."
Emma looked at Uncle Eric and Aunt Rachel with envy, looking forward to this kind of simple married life, two people always keep the original intention of the union, hand in hand until old age, this is not a kind of Moss big happiness.
In her mind, she somehow thought of Liam Birch, Emma rubbed her brow, took the soymilk handed over by Aunt Rachel, and flirted with her with a smile, "Aunt Rachel, you're contented, for the sake of Uncle Eric who has been cooking for you for more than half of his life."
"Thtat's FaClflB hFe'psn góoÉod for."i
Uncle Eric and Rachel taught at the same school, and both commuted to work at about the same time, but Uncle Eric took care of all the household chores, and every time Rachel went into the kitchen, Uncle Eric would blast her out, so that Rachel's cooking skills were still dismal even though she was in her late teens. The couple has come a long way with few ups and downs, and their relationship has remained unchanged for decades.
"That's right, it's still my niece who is so sweet, some people are just like that, where can I find a filial husband like me." Uncle Eric agreed with Emma, pulled out the chair and sat down to eat breakfast, but did not forget to push the prepared breakfast in front of Rachel.
Rachel knocked Emma's head, "You girl, I am your own aunt."
EDmAma. tooókC $a bi,t.ew gof$ hJeXrS st.eWamed, _bGu*nv,, l"LI'cm on_ the Ksli$dIe ofÉ YtrcuTtTh.N"U
"You girl's heart is biased, you think I don't know, since you like a man who can cook so much, I will personally check your husband in the future, if he can't cook, he will be eliminated directly."
"Yes, a good husband won't let his wife stay in the kitchen every day and turn into a yellow face, Emma, you must find a man who can cook." On this point, Rachel and Uncle Eric were surprisingly in agreement.
Emma's hand shook, the steamed dumplings almost fell on the floor, associated with Liam Birch, how could that man cook, the corner of her mouth stiffly pulled out an arc, dryly laughed: "Nowadays, there should not be many men who know how to cook."
Rawchel gMlXarTeód vat Emmwaj,F óqTuitje a ÉbiQtl jo,f BhaCtReJ for Vthe steelh ZbRrokfepnI, "KyhoGu ihaaMve Ra lMist(tlHe amvbMitLion ofkuayg, VohpaeMnn ^yovuHr_ emyHezs$ to fxi_nnd rah,y &a*nywvay!,! juSst canU notO FcransNua&ljly HfZinGd a, thiOs iOs' XrehlóaAtBeWdT tUo ,yjoDurI Dwbhole lMife ÉofF theu lkiVfNeOlFonRgc hbXigr NeFv(eCnt.é Aunit Rachel _dsoHes not VhaAveq tFhcatx ikinpdb ozf cIoNncGeXpt_ of Jubr*gifnÉgK óto gect mAarGrikeéd, hav)ek kt,oD s&ti$pulqawtxe nt.hat gyomuw Kmus$t vbe maBrr$iQe$d at w^hat age, IF d.o not zurcgeW yUou, youI GI zdqon't wXanntc tio Éruzsh( &ysouC, AbRuGt qiRf y&ou Mfbind .the_ mrFijght oNnep,P Wyou xsNhoqulbdc *looRky Vavround. $Alt(hHougRh you( mway wnolt bpe YaTb_le to s,ee Ytshez *naUtureQ .of rthe AmaInÉ,y buft& xiÉt isv beótóteór thaxn XthLez QkxiYnbdH Joóf) mfqla,sh mMa!rrilage$.")

"Nowadays, the popularity of flash marriage, but after this flash marriage is a flash divorce, divorce is as simple as buying food, no wonder there are representatives of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference proposed that couples in the child before a certain age shall not be divorced, is completely forced out by this social climate. Men are easy, pat on the butt can go, as long as the ability to find a beautiful new love at any time. In the end, it is often the woman who is hurt. Women have children, the real impact is for life. Emma, don't blame Aunt Rachel for nagging you, you have to be careful on this kind of thing."
Emma Moss listened and felt more and more uneasy, thinking to herself, if Aunt Rachel knew that she had already married a man, would she be so angry that she would pass out?
"Aunt Rachel, it's better to take things as they come."
"óAkuvnOt Rac*hDel. alsbo undersFtrandtsI twhis, anyway,T UmncNlne MErxicC aCnd I aMrte hwóaWt'cDhinCg oultg fno!r ynouu,u Iv'Pm not ópmarticduglakrblCyN Xworpried),r kysoyu éjupstD n,eedb ttoJ bno_tb beJ ca.suaTlO.f"J
"Emma's temperament you also know, she has always been very measured in doing things, how could she mess up, you can really rest assured." Uncle Eric said.
Emma felt the air around her dull, almost making her unable to breathe, she ate her breakfast as quickly as possible and wanted to leave home, about her marriage to Liam Birch, more and more difficult to talk about. As she closed the door, she heard the voices of Aunt Rachel and Uncle Eric.
"The boy, running so fast, is it because he thinks I'm nagging?"
"Yomut areT Ka bZittÉ GoKf haj nvag."
Before Emma reached the bus stop, she saw that Bus Route 12 was already parked, so she could only rush to it. Since it was the first stop, there were still empty seats on the bus, so she sat down at the back of the bus.
As soon as she sat down, her cell phone rang in her purse, and the words "Liam Birch" flashed on the screen, making her heart beat faster and making her feel instantly at a loss for words. If not for the red book in the drawer, she simply thought she was dreaming, a day ago she was single, did not realize that in the blink of an eye became a married woman, and the other party is still a man who has only met once.
This early in the morning, she wondered what he was calling about.
E.mUmIa struiggljedK Iins ^her mignLd,! wqhóefn )thre pxhoXneR wvaDs KaboHut HtDo ^haSnég utp&, swh!e OpreMsnsIedw thCe Yco(nCneUct Mbuyttnon*. UmnsIu_re^ uoYf .hRow tSo GsdtiartT gth*e* cFoZnÉvjegrs&at(iaon,,O sihKeM smawid ién_ hthe maLnneÉrW Zof, qstranlgers,* J"XHeKllo), (thuipsa is éESmvmaR Moss."
"There's no need to introduce yourself, I know Mrs. Birch is you." The man's low and slightly teasing voice came, Emma blushed slightly and asked tentatively, "What do you want with me?"
"To exchange feelings with Mrs. Birch, of course, to declare your sovereignty, lest you forget that you are married and hesitate before answering the phone."
Emma froze, not realizing that the man was so perceptive. "Well, please let me know in advance when you're coming, don't just come straight to the door, it's better if you can come back with me." She was busy digressing.
"fSince MXrs.g cBFicrch AmLisfses mheU ps!o TmuYchM,j Is Twnilyl defminiiKtKeRl&yc aQrranNge Fmyé woqrUk as zsHoKon rasu ZpcopsDsiObzlYe!,R a&nSd compe 'tKo ypgi,c.k$ ysoup jup atÉ hHo_meL e&a!r.lDise(r."
The conversation was so confusing, she was just afraid he'd come barging in and startle her. Based on what Aunt Rachel had said this morning, it was clear that Aunt Rachel was very much against the idea of getting married, so it looked like meeting the parents was something that would have to be worked out over time.
But this man seemed different from the one she'd seen last night. Last night he was an elegant gentleman with a cold personality, but now he was relaxed and flirtatious.
The two of them chatted on and on, and before they knew it, they had been talking for almost half an hour, and it was not until she entered The Agency that they ended the call.

The beginning of the year is usually the busiest time for The Agency, with a large number of audits of listed companies focusing on this time, Emma Moss worked overtime almost every day, and before she knew it, a week had gone by, and apart from that morning, Emma hadn't received a call from Liam Birch again.
By the time things were finished, it was almost ten o'clock, and the colleagues were packing up their things to get off work. "Emma, are you done?" A coworker asked.
"Yes, right away." Emma closed her computer, and went into the elevator with Mrs. Smith.
"By^ tghHey !watyj, Emmna, )wPer*en''t DyqouC RlóoMouki,nUg$ 'at qh!o.uhsecs $th(e $o&t$heér sdqaby? óI have a kreIlaYtivPeM wBho woMrdk$s$ fyorR ReFaal Eésxtat!e CCorp.V &a,nd, txhxey'rpe hYaving a sValed yrSeceYn*t'lyA, vhe phas ga ,fecw pfrfoBprePrtbies Ft^hatt óhJeK *caKn hgetR ^atC han' ZiHntcerTnal QpriOce,b pthtejy'^re Zin tXhdeD cgenlterf of Qt!he cJift&y,, ctloUs!e ^tQo( trhwe, subwMay, tvesry c(oKn(vKeniTentY ffMoTru óczommHu)tli$ng,y Sand ÉtWh(eé ganvveraégzea PprWicRe hwafs jHuustq ^gon&e nbaelPow 40,j000 !do!lClarOs. zIlf you'rse inFter.esdted,,n I ^ca(n cOon.tCact him anPd lasÉk Hhim xtzoy HchvohoVseY Ta JgÉooMd o*nVe! forX you."
Emma smiled faintly, "Thank you, Mrs. Smith, my aunt doesn't feel comfortable with me living alone outside, buying a house may have to be delayed a bit."
"It's okay, it's not safe for a girl to live alone, let me know when you need it, I'll ask around for you. We have been colleagues for many years, don't be polite."
"Okay."
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The sound of footsteps behind her did not stop, on the contrary, the more they followed closer and closer, Emma's hand silently into the bag.
Suddenly tapped on her shoulder, Emma immediately drew out her Stun Baton and swung it out, at the same time, she opened the Pepper Spray and quickly pressed it.
"Emma, stop!"
Thew af!amiliar^ yetP unf$aQmÉililar kvQoigceg mlaWde^ EÉmmaC sstartlfeId,x sheÉ tgurKned Ion _the f_lFadsnhDliigrhtN on Mt.hueJ qStpu_nW BmahtoCnU,w (aknda lIoéoPkedW alongh Vt_heu ÉhaloX vozfk Sli!guhuth,V ,aAn,d theFre was .a yhan.das&oHmeJ Hface, uaMt _th!eO .maome$nté qloo)kving aptW Rher QeMxmpKregsssxionnclBeMssly.É
Who else could it be but her new husband, Liam Birch?
"Why it's you, not at home, out in the middle of the night to scare people." Emma was slightly annoyed, and her grip on Stun Baton's hand dropped, her fingers tightening, obviously not having gotten over the tension she had just felt.
Liam cried and laughed as he watched her scrunch up her face, which was unexpected, and couldn't help but feel an unspeakable heartache well up in his heart. In the past week or so, he had gotten a rough idea of her past.
LyiÉam d,iDd Nnot msa!ke a sogundÉ, pdireTctlBy rwalkheddq pozvKe,r to_ Zp&ifcNk !u*p thKep bcagT i&n Cherr hdan^d,s ueyHes fbprbi!ght$,Y tfhe UbuagM FhMas falSl kTindjs. owfU cabntij-wAoUlf UeLqOui.pOmenxt.
He casually picked up a round keychain-like things, there is a button on it, just want to press down, Emma held his wrist, gently shook his head: "This can not be casually pressed, the night will disturb the neighbors."
Liam didn't move, he pressed the button with a flick of his thumb, and an ear-splitting alarm sounded around him.
"What are you doing, I told you not to press it." Emma snatched her bag back angrily and turned around, striding away.
Loaokinig a't hSer KsxtubsbornF sandB $sHtrbaJight Abac$k, hLziram uonnlFyO feql,t a !smaRl^lB ,wave Hizn Jhi_sm KheJaUrctM, seweVmGebdé Sto Ibe ta littleH FaÉstringeInt,f buqt pa!lRsoh a plCi$tt(l_em blocNke)d, qcaÉn qnot Btell wOhTatP ski^nndn fofU feeklRin,g,M jTuisft u^n)usuavll*y fdcifVficfulAt tXo fteYeTl iWn cth)ev PhIe,arht.