Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband C.200: : Captivating Outfit

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“Come here.” Baron Stuart spoke, with an unquestionable tone like an emperor.

However, as soon as he raised his eyes and saw what she was wearing, he felt a dryness in his throat and swallowed slightly.

Emily Walker looked up but didn’t move. This man always acted superior and self-important.

“Thanks, I’m not hungry.” She retorted stubbornly.

After saying that, Emily wanted to leave. She needed to call her little brother now and ask him to bring her a set of clothes.

But would it be good to let her little brother see her like this? Would it just make him even more worried?

Before she could finish pondering, Emily felt her feet leave the ground, and her body was once again lifted into the air.

With a scream, the next second, she was placed in a chair in front of the dining table.

Once she was settled, Baron Stuart prepared to return to his seat on the other side. However, as soon as his right hand, which had been holding her, loosened its grip on her back, he heard a low moan.

“Hiss… Ouch!” Emily’s loose hair was caught in his hand, causing her to frown involuntarily.

Seeing this, Baron Stuart lowered his head and saw that his pinkie ring had snagged a strand of her slightly damp, black hair.

Gently untangling the caught hair, Baron Stuart returned to his seat.

“Eat.” His voice became somewhat hoarse. After holding her like that, her soft body was undoubtedly tempting his inner desires.

In order to suppress the urge inside, Baron Stuart picked up his chopsticks first. However, when he put the food in his mouth, it tasted bland.

Emily was already very hungry. No matter how stubborn she was, she couldn’t resist picking up her chopsticks in the end.

As food prepared by the world’s top chef, it was naturally delicious in appearance, taste, and smell. The more Emily ate, the more delectable she found it.

However, the man opposite her found everything tasteless. The delicious food could never extinguish his ‘inner hunger’!

Watching Emily eat with relish, Baron Stuart’s mood worsened.

He threw down his chopsticks, his face slightly dark, “Bring me a bottle of wine.”

Emily, who had been eating happily, looked up at him. When she saw his unhappy expression, she couldn’t help but feel curious.

What was wrong with this man? He was fine just a moment ago…

“Go on!” Seeing her staring at him, Baron Stuart spoke again with annoyance.

Emily came to her senses and looked at the wine rack next to the dining table.

What a self-important man he was! The wine rack was only a meter away; couldn’t he just get it himself?

Whatever, she owed him for the meal.

Emily stood up and walked over to the wine rack. She looked at the various expensive red wines, hesitated for a moment, then turned her head, staring blankly at the man at the dining table, “Which one?”

“1982 Lafite.”

Turning back, Emily searched the wine rack for the 1982 Lafite and found it on the top row.

However, she was not very tall. To reach the 1982 Lafite, she had to stand on her tiptoes and stretch out her arm.

Baron Stuart didn’t know when he had started watching her. He knew the location of every bottle of wine and was looking just in case she couldn’t reach it.

However, as his gaze followed her, the sight before him made his throat dry again!

Emily’s loose men’s shirt was being drawn upward as her arm extended, revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath the hem…

Damn this woman! Who allowed her to dress like this and tempt him?

With no outlet for his desires, Baron Stuart irritably tugged at his own collar. Although the air conditioning was turned down low, he still felt unbearably hot!

PS: Well, that’s it for today. More tomorrow.. (Dears, no more torture today, right?)

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