The woman came over and took Boyd's arm intimately, just like that night.
It was imperceptibly declaring that the man beside her belonged to her.
Emily looked at them indifferently. Her expression didn't change at all, and she didn't shed any cheap tears to them. Compared with the scene when she caught them for adultery before, the current situation was not shocking to her anymore.
Boyd finally withdrew his hand from hers. Under the sign of the woman beside him, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it over to Emily.
"What do you mean?" Emily stared at the card.
Boyd seemed to hesitate, but under the urging of the woman's cough, he said slowly, "Emily, I know that I can study abroad because you have been living frugally and working part-time to support me. There are 50,000 in it, which you've sent me over the last two years. The password is your birthday..."
Emily stared at him in disbelief.
What did he take her for?
If not because her heart was already riddled with holes, she would have really wanted to question him loudly about where his conscience had gone!
Emily looked at Boyd as if she didn't know him at all. He was still as clean and handsome as he used to be on campus, but he was no longer the man she remembered. He was no longer wearing sportswear that he often wore. He was so strange...
"I know what you're thinking." Emily chuckled. "If I take your money, you'll feel much better. I don't want it! Boyd, remember, I will never forgive you!"
After that, she didn't look at him anymore, and turned a blind eye to that woman's provocation. She pulled her suitcase down the stairs.
She felt a burst of coolness around her collar, and a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
She frowned and closed her eyes. The senses that the man on her body brought to her were too strong. The pain brought by him was almost following his breath like a shadow.
No! I don't want it anymore...
However, no matter how she shook her head and resisted, she still couldn't get rid of the warm and tight force. Instead, he gained more by force.
Suddenly, Emily opened her eyes.
In the broadcast room in the cabin, the stewardess's sweet voice was reminding, "Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to land. Please sit back in place, fasten your seat belt, put away the small table, and adjust the chair to its normal position. All laptops and electronic devices must be turned off. Thank you for your cooperation!"
Emily's distracted eyes had focused, and a chill came out from her back little by little.
She couldn't help but raise her hands and wrap them around her body. She had a kind of dreamy feeling. She actually dreamed of what happened last night.
Emily shook her head, thoroughly remove the remaining debris. It was so horrifying!
The plane quickly descended and stopped after sliding on the ground for a while. All the passengers lined up to leave. Emily followed the crowd. An hour after she left the airport, another plane to Ice city just landed.
Once again, the exit was crowded with people. Simon pulled his suitcase and walked in front with one hand in his pocket.
At the thought of it now, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
After waking up in the morning in the room, he was the only one left on the bed. The woman who had been entangled with him for a whole night had already fled. Finally, he turned the entire room upside down and found his wallet floating on the water in the toilet.
The cash was easy to deal with, but the bank cards and the certificates had been flushed away, leaving only an empty wallet.
This was also why he called his big brother and asked him to deal with all of these cards and certificates.
When Adam turned the steering wheel, his eyes inadvertently swept to Simon's collar. From his neck to his collarbone, there were vaguely red scratch marks, which were left by a woman at a glance.
Adam raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully, "Well, Young Master Chin has more than one accident this time."
Hearing this, Simon raised his hand and touched his neck.
Not only on his neck, when he took a shower, his back was covered with scratch. It didn't hurt, but it tickled. When he thought of the shudder in the depths of his soul last night, he felt a little dry in his mouth and a tight in his abdomen.
Simon reached into the pocket of his coat and took out a necklace from it. When he was looking for the wallet in the morning, he found it on the carpet. It should have been left by her.
The design of the necklace was very simple, silver, and had no fancy parts. The pendant below was a hand-made fish.
With a flick of Simon's long finger, the little fish swayed.
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