Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband C.199: : Are you hinting at me?

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Meanwhile, at the side, Angela Reid had already set her gaze on Emily Walker, with a slightly unusual expression on her face.

Seeing her husband and daughter both leaving, she also reluctantly turned to leave; before leaving, she looked back once more at Emily.

After the group left, only two people were left in the courtyard.

Baron Stuart looked at her, the disheveled clothes reminding him of his excessive impulsiveness earlier.

Having glanced at him, Emily also turned to leave, but Baron Stuart once again grabbed her hand.

“Are you sure you want to leave like this?” He looked at her calmly, his gaze skimming over the ripped collar of her shirt.

Emily knew that leaving like this would certainly be embarrassing if she reached the roadway, but what else could she do? Stay behind?

How could she stay? The rightful fiancee had left, and she had no right to stay behind

Just as she was thinking, the next second, Baron Stuart forcefully pulled her hand and headed towards the living room!

Having pulled her to the staircase entrance, Baron Stuart pointed with his eyes to the second floor, “Go and take a bath.”

Emily was surprised, her nerves tensing subconsciously, as she looked at him warily, “What are you trying to do?”

Baron Stuart coldly glanced up and down her body before muttering indifferently, “You’re too dirty, and you’ll dirty my furniture.”

“…” Emily was stunned.

Seeing her standing still, Baron Stuart glanced at her with his luminous stone-like pupils, “Not going?

Emily did not reply, still standing motionless.

If she would dirty his furniture, then she would leave; there was no need to take a bath.

Due to the two of them having lain on the ground earlier, they were both quite dirty now, especially Emily, with her entire back filthy.

Baron Stuart narrowed his charming eyes, and the corner of his mouth revealed a devilishly charming and sexy smirk, “Are you suggesting that I should carry you up for you to be willing to go?”

Hearing his words, Emily abruptly raised her head, and the next second, she hurriedly went upstairs, her steps extremely fast, as if there were a hungry wolf behind her, hunting her down.

Seeing her obediently going upstairs, Baron Stuart was satisfied and took out his cell phone to dial a number.

Half an hour later, after Emily had finished bathing, there were no clothes for her here; wrapped in a bath towel, she came out of the bathroom, went to the wardrobe, and found nothing but men’s clothes.

Considering the bath towel around her, Emily began to ponder.

Wearing one of his shirts would be better than the bath towel potentially falling off, right?

With that in mind, she hesitated no more and took a white men’s shirt.

However, after putting it on, she suddenly became worried: now that she was wearing nothing under the shirt, would that man find out if he saw her, and would he…?

Wait, what was she thinking?!

Emily fiercely shook her head, quickly casting out the base thoughts that had invaded her mind; how had she come to such sordid ideas – was it possible for one’s thoughts to be contagious?

Yes, she might have been influenced by that man.

Having changed into the shirt, Emily walked out of the room. But when she reached the staircase entrance, a pleasant aroma wafted up from the living room below.

Having not eaten dinner, and smelling the fragrance only made her hungrier.

She tiptoed, slowly walking down the stairs; the living room was empty, and the scent seemed to be coming from the restaurant.

Turning the corner to the restaurant, she saw the man casually leaning back in a dining chair; seeing her coming, his already thick eyelashes lifted slightly.

“Come here.” Baron Stuart spoke, like an emperor, without allowing any room for doubt..

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