Harrison Yale didn't beat around the bush and spoke directly.
"There's nothing special." Emma Aiden's smile on her lips froze slightly, but soon she shook her head and said softly.
"Look into my eyes and repeat what you just said." Harrison Yale's eyes carried suspicion as he pinched Emma Aiden's chin, forcing her to look at him.
He had seen clearly at the airport just now.
When she saw him, her eyes were definitely glistening with tears.
That kind of fear and grievance, which clearly wanted to be released in front of him, was forcibly suppressed by her in the end.
Harrison Yale was certain that something must have happened during his absence.
"I was crying just now; I'll go wash my face first." Emma Aiden, unable to hide from his gaze, casually found an excuse and ran into the restroom.
As soon as she rushed into the restroom, she closed the door and leaned against the door panel, her mind filled with the photo she had received before she arrived.
