After being kissed, Emma scratched her head, adjusted her clothes a bit, then looked at the man who had just played a hooligan with her with a serious expression, his tone not very friendly: "Alex, we need to talk."
Alex's lips curved slightly, as if he still remembered the passionate kiss just now. He shrugged slightly: "Okay."
Emma's face was still a little red after the passionate kiss, she cleared her throat: "I feel like things are not going well between us."
"What's wrong? Do you mean you secretly met your ex-husband behind my back, so I kissed you? Or is it because I kissed you too passionately that you couldn't stand it?"
...
Emma had never met anyone so shameless. She had always thought Alex was a gentleman. Why did he become like this after getting married?
"We're both not going well."
"Oh," Alex said slowly, "It's simple. From now on, don't sneak around with your ex-husband behind my back. I'll be gentler next time. Are you satisfied with this solution?"
What's there to be satisfied with? There's no next time. There can't be a next time.
Emma glared at him: "There's no next time. From now on, you can't kiss me casually. Alex, we've already made it clear that we're getting married by agreement."
A marriage by agreement isn't a real marriage. How could he just kiss her casually?
Alex admired her ability to turn things around. He laughed angrily: "A marriage by agreement also clearly means that you have to maintain your loyalty to the marriage. I acted without restraint just now. I apologize. But if it were you, and you saw me being ambiguous with someone else, what would you do?"
Emma: "…"
"Sorry." There was no way to refute; she was indeed wrong at first.
Alex raised her eyebrows: "Your fierce expression just now, it didn't look like a sincere apology at all."
Knowing she was wrong, she quickly explained: "I'm really sorry, there was absolutely no deception. If something similar happens in the future, I will tell you in advance."
Emma worked overtime, and Alex said he would come pick her up.
It seemed that the lie last time had made him lose trust in her; now, as long as she said she worked overtime, Alex would definitely wait for her to come home from work.
The relationship between the two of them no longer seemed to be a simple arranged marriage, but carried a bit of ambiguity that was difficult to explain.
But Emma was busy with her project; during the day, she didn't even have time to drink water, let alone sit and think about the relationship between her and Alex.
She looked down at her phone, the time had passed in half the 15 minutes Alex said he would arrive. The headlights of a black car echoed in the distance, and the sound of a car horn was gentle. She instinctively raised her hand to cover her eyes.
When she saw the figure in front of her clearly, she was a little stunned: "Why is it you?"
Normally, she only called him by his first name, but today she called his full name, causing his heart to feel like it was stabbed by a fatal knife.
His eyes gradually became gloomy, his voice carrying a hint of urgency: "Wife... are you planning on not needing me anymore?"
Emma felt her heart heavy, but still calmly said, "Sorry, actually, these past few days your father asked me to come to the hospital to visit you. Daniel, we got divorced last month. I don't know why you temporarily lost your memory, but I can only help you get here."
If it wasn't for money, she wouldn't have come.
Pain flashed through Daniel's eyes. He panicked and said, "How can we get a divorce? Wife, I just slept for a while. When I wake up, how can we get a divorce..."
"Is it because of that man yesterday?"
"No." Emma coldly interrupted.
"The problem between us is not because of me."
Daniel clenched his fists, almost gritting his teeth: "Then why in the end?"
Emma smiled, looking at him: "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes." Daniel nodded repeatedly.
She smiled faintly, took out her phone, opened the locked photo album, and all of them were intimate photos between him and Veronika.
Scrolling through each photo, her eyes were full of mockery: "Because rotten cucumbers are not worth cherishing."
Daniel felt his throat was suffocated, almost unable to breathe: "This... this is not me."
Emma put away the phone, her tone cold: "Whether we are friends or not is no longer important. We are over. You lost your memory, but I hope you also forget me. That way, there will be no more entanglements between us."
Alex's phone just rang, and she glanced at the man behind her without even looking back.
"I'm downstairs, Daniel is here."
Alex paused: "In thirty seconds, stay away from him. And remember, don't get hurt."
Emma smiled lightly. From now on, when facing that man, she would not get hurt again.
No, there would be no more chances to get hurt.
The rain started to fall, and Alex's car rushed over like a gust of wind. He stepped out of the car, his face fierce. He quickly pulled her into his arms, his big hand covering the top of her head, blocking the raindrops.
When he returned to the car, his cold eyes swept past Daniel, who was standing across the street, his eyebrows raised provocatively.
As soon as he got in the car, he called out in front of Emma: "Jason, do you have any medicine to cure the brain? Like amnesia caused by the wind? Yes, there is a crazy guy here; he harasses my wife every day. If you have any medicine, please send it to me, it's urgent."
Emma: "?"
"He came to see me today. I didn't mean to see him."
"I know." Alex's voice dropped.
Emma pondered: "Are you angry?"
"No." Alex was just annoyed that the man kept bothering Emma.
The Williams family, perhaps it was better to be busy. After all, they were too free.
Emma didn't know what he was thinking. Her small, white hand gently pulled his shirt: "Don't be angry anymore."
Alex glanced at her jade-white hands, her eyes sparkling like water, looking at him. Her gentle voice, like a pink feather, gently touched his heart, making him feel uneasy.