He moved his eyes, pulled the corner of his shirt down to cover it, his voice hoarse: "I'm not angry anymore."
Emma's lips curved slightly; she didn't expect a proud man like Alex to be so easily seduced.
"Are you still working overtime tomorrow?"
She thought for a moment and shook her head: "No. I finished the manuscript tonight, I probably won't need to work overtime this week."
"Yeah, then I'll take you to a few places after work tomorrow."
Emma was curious: "Where to go?"
Alex smiled shyly and slowly replied: "It's a secret."
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That afternoon, Elle happened to stop by Emma's office. The two best friends, who hadn't seen each other in a long time, made an appointment to have lunch.
"Elle, I'm remarried."
Elle choked on her water: "Cough cough... what did you say? You remarried right after getting divorced?"
Elle's voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of everyone around. Their faces were so surprised that Emma wanted to cover her friend's mouth: "Keep your voice down."
"Haha, sorry. You sound so scary."
"That's not true, Emma. You've received the marriage certificate for a few days now, and you're only telling me now? Who is that man? What's his name? How old is he, where is he from, what's his background? You've only stumbled once, and now you're rushing to get married. Don't you care about your life anymore?"
Emma forced a smile, pouring Elle a glass of water: "Calm down. It's a bit long-winded, but we're in a contract marriage. It's just a fake marriage."
Elle frowned: "Fake marriage? That means you're only cooperating physically; there are no feelings?"
"Uhm." Emma corrected: "That means there's no feelings, no body."
As soon as Emma finished speaking, Elle glared at her, giving her a thumbs up: "You're really good."
"But your mother is really difficult to please. The scariest thing is to meet an unreliable mother, even more difficult to deal with than a devil. But Emma, as long as he is handsome, clean, and disease-free, you can touch him a little. But are you sure he won't get involved in an affair?"
Emma was a little stunned. Once her heart was moved, the relationship between the two would definitely break down. She didn't want to experience that feeling of inferiority and cowardice again.
"I'll try."
"It's 1 p.m., I have to go. Remember to bring that man to meet me next time. I want to see which guy made you so infatuated that you learned the trick of getting married quickly."
Emma choked: "Okay."
---
After work, Emma brought the gift she bought to Patrick's office, the lawyer who helped her and Daniel divorce.
Actually, she intended to invite him to dinner, but felt that inviting him personally was a bit odd, so she changed to giving him a gift. She herself didn't realize that, having just gotten married, she had started to learn to keep her distance.
"Miss Emma, are you looking for Lawyer Patrick again?" The receptionist asked with a smile.
Emma smiled: "Um. Is Lawyer Patrick free?"
"Yes, he just met a client. You can wait in the break room for a while."
Emma nodded and smiled, walked to the sofa area, and saw a familiar face. The person was still as thin as before, but the bruise on her face had faded a bit.
"What a coincidence?" She waved.
Aria paused slightly, nodding a little embarrassedly.
To be exact, the two of them were just strangers who had met before.
Emma knew that this person was very careful, so she withdrew her intention to strike up a conversation.
But her eyes accidentally passed by when Aria raised her hand to fix her hair, seeing the scattered scars on her small, thin arms, her heart trembled slightly.
This person...
Aria realized that the gaze was looking at her, so she pursed her lips and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
Emma hid the complexity in her heart and gently replied, "Nothing."
Aria realized that the gaze was sweeping over her arm, so she calmly lowered her hand, gently pulled her sleeve to cover it, and her back straightened like a pen.
This person had a strong inner self, Emma sighed.
The thought of meddling in other people's business appeared in her mind again: "Are you here to ask for legal advice?"
Aria was neither arrogant nor self-deprecating: "Yes."
"May I ask, who is your legal advisor?"
"I don't know which lawyer will see me; the receptionist just told me to wait a moment."
Emma immediately thought of the scar on her arm. Can't divorce after domestic violence?
She smiled: "I hope you succeed this third time. Keep it up."
Aria still kept a slight smile, her face full of confidence: "Thank you, I will definitely do it."
When Emma met Lawyer Patrick, unfortunately, he had to attend a party.
Lawyer Patrick accepted the gift and smiled: "Miss Emma, you are too polite. This is the responsibility that we, as representative lawyers, have to do."
"This is what I should do. Lawyer Patrick, I have troubled you too much before; this is my small thank you. Oh, Lawyer Patrick, do you rarely take divorce cases?" Emma asked tentatively.
Attorney Patrick raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's true that I don't take on many cases. But it depends on the situation, Miss Emma. I'm a practical person; if the fee is reasonable, I'll still take it."
Seeing her hesitation, he asked: "Miss Emma, are you going to introduce me to a case?"
"Yes, just a divorce case."
"What's the reason for the divorce?"
"It seems to be due to domestic violence."
But when Attorney Patrick followed Emma back to the reception area, the person sitting on the sofa was no longer there.
Emma asked the receptionist and saw that Aria had picked up the phone and left. She felt guilty: "Sorry, Attorney Patrick, I was a little rude."
Attorney Patrick chuckled: "It's okay. The person you just mentioned, do you know her name?"
"She said her name is Aria."