The car drove Emma into the Meyer family's big courtyard. When the car stopped, the same two men pulled her out of the car and pushed her in front of William Meyer, who was sitting in a wheelchair near two other men. Emma was full of anger. "Mr. Meyer, you are really something. How can you commit kidnapping in broad daylight?" The two men let go of her. Her feet were on the ground, and her ankle still hurt a little, but she stood there bravely. William waved his hand, and everyone around him dispersed. He said coldly, "Have a seat." "A Meyer family chair is too expensive. I can't afford it." "Emma Meyer, are you trying to infuriate me?" "I told you; my name is Emma Green." "Even if your surname is Green, you still have Meyer blood in your veins." "That's why I always feel so disgusted at myself."
William glared at her. He slapped the arm of his wheelchair and scolded, "Emma Meyer." Emma was too tired to discuss her family name with him again, so she just said coldly, "Why did you bring me here?" "Why are you with Robert Erickson?" "That is my business." "What? Do you lack money?" Emma stared at him. In her biological father's eyes, she only stood with the rich for the money. Heh, how ridiculous. "You clearly haven't picked up any of your mother's good traits. Only the shameful ones." Emma's eyes turned cold. "What do you mean by 'shameful'?"
"Seducing a man? Why? With your lineage as my illegitimate daughter, you still want to marry into a wealthy family?" Emma clenched her fists. Her nails, almost digging into her flesh. Her entire body trembled. In pure anger, she walked to the small coffee table beside his wheelchair and used her strength to flip the entire table over. His tea set, cup, and iPad all fell to the ground, and there was a cracking sound. William looked at her without batting an eye. She walked up to William and said, "People like you don't deserve to talk about my mother. Because you are too shameful. Don't bring me to such a disgusting place ever again. I don't like the air here. I can't wash it off."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and limped away. William said coldly, "Emma Meyer, I'm warning you. Quickly draw a line between Robert and yourself. Otherwise, as your father, I can't be held responsible for how I have to treat you." Emma stood still and raised her eyebrows. She turned back to look at him and smirked confidently. "There is also something I have that my mother didn't. I have cultivated it for myself very well. That is, I don't like to listen to other people's warnings. The more you warn me, the more I won't listen. I'd love to see just how obnoxious you can be."
After walking a few steps out of the Meyer family estate, she sat on the roadside because of the pain in her feet. The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. That man was her biological father. He had her kidnapped. He clearly saw that her feet were injured, but from beginning to end, he never asked her whether she was in pain. The more she thought about it, the more hurt she felt. She pulled her knees up toward her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and buried her face in her knees, tears streaming down her face. Why did everyone have a home, but she didn't? Why was it that other people's fathers were kind and loved their daughters, but her father treated her as an enemy? Why can't she have such ordinary and simple happiness? Was it her fault that she was an illegitimate daughter? It was clearly his own fault. Why did he make her pay for his mistake?
Emma..." In front of her, someone gently tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up and saw Robert's concerned eyes through her tears. Why did he always appear when she was in a sorry state? They looked at each other. Her tears were like beads on broken strings. They were unstoppable over the curves of her cheeks. She lowered her head and wiped at her cheeks, but more tears came. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to her. She covered her eyes with the handkerchief and said, "Why is the wind so strong today? My eyes are very dry."
"Yes, the wind is so strong that it can't even move the leaves." She was embarrassed for a moment. She looked up at him and coughed. "Why are you so ungentlemanly? Normally, when faced with this kind of situation, a man would say, um... Yes, is it windy?" "Yet, didn't I say the wind is strong?" "You..." She stood up and frowned. "You're really strange. Why are you staring at me? I'm already like this. Why wouldn't you be a gentleman and turn around to let me compose myself?" "I won't turn my back on you. Would you like my arms?" She was stunned for a moment. Should she... or not?
Before she could react, he had already pulled her into his arms and hugged her. "How about this? I won't be able to see you anymore. You can keep crying, if you like." She was speechless. Shouldn't he say 'stop crying'? He just never seemed able to follow common sense. However... His embrace was so warm. Her cold heart seemed to have warmed up.
As they stood there, a red sports car passed by. When the person in the car saw this scene, they were so shocked that they almost slammed on the brakes in the middle of the road. Emma, that slut, why was she with Robert Erickson? The red car drove back to the Meyer family estate. Ilsa got out of the car and quickly ran inside the house.
Seeing William sitting in the courtyard, Ilsa jogged over and exclaimed, "Dad, I just saw that slut's daughter. Do you know who she is with?" William said coldly, "Ilsa, how many times have I said she is your sister?" "I don't have a little sister. Dad, don't even think about making me claim her in this lifetime. Otherwise, I won't even acknowledge you as my father." "Alright, stop talking." William was already upset. "Who is she with?" "Robert Erickson, the two of them are hugging each other by the roadside. This bitch must be crazy. She actually hooked up with him."
Ilsa was not happy, if only because Robert Erickson was the fantasy of every woman in Northern City. Why was he attracted by the lowly Emma? Ilsa was not convinced. William's expression did not look good. Emma Meyer, that stubborn girl, was she planning to go against him? He didn't believe that he couldn't control her. She was just an insignificant girl.
Robert brought Emma back to the Erickson family villa. Samuel was in the living room of his residence. When he saw his brother carrying Miss Green in, his eyes almost popped out. After Robert sent Emma back to her room, Samuel followed her in. Robert said, "If you have questions, hurry up and ask them. After you finish asking, go back to your room quickly. Your tutor needs to rest." "Okay."
Robert looked at Emma and then turned around to leave. Samuel closed the door and said, with a kind smile, "Miss Green, why are your eyes red? What did my brother do to you?" Emma wanted to correct Samuel's assumption and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Your brother saw that I was in trouble and helped me a little. Quickly, take out your textbook and let's start a session." Samuel smiled sarcastically. His brother taking the initiative to help others? He didn't believe it.
On the second floor, Robert dialed his secretary's number. "Check for recent developments with the Meyer family. Also, investigate Emma Green for me. Send all her information to my office tomorrow."
At half past eleven, Robert finished his work and walked to the window to smoke. When he looked down, he saw the lawn outside Emma's window was illuminated by the lights in her room. He tilted his head and looked at the clock. It was so late. Was she still awake, or was Samuel still here? Hesitating, he stubbed out the cigarette and went downstairs to Emma's room. He knocked on the door. No one responded.
He placed his hand on the handle and gently pushed it. The door was unlocked. He looked into the room. Samuel was not there. She was lying on the bed with headphones on. She was holding the book on the bed with one hand and the pen in the other. She was chewing on the end of the pen whenever she wasn't writing something in the book.
The hair surrounding her face fluttered near her ears and temples as she moved her head slightly. He smiled. The girl taking her work so seriously was really beautiful. When he walked into the room, she didn't notice him at all. He walked toward the bed and lowered his head to look at her textbook. She was solving a difficult advanced mathematics question. He stood at her side for two minutes, and she finally solved the problem. She pursed her lips and smiled. She turned over and was about to stretch when she saw a person standing beside the bed. Before she could clearly see who it was, she screamed and rolled quickly to the other side of the bed. She was about to fall off the bed.
Robert quickly jumped onto the bed and grabbed her. She let out a breath and half rested in his arms. She looked at him. "You... why are you here?" Robert turned his head and smiled. "This is indeed your mantra." His handsome face made her heart tremble. When she thought about it, the night she got drunk and threw herself at him could not be considered a loss. After all, not only did he have money, he also had a handsome appearance. Calculating. She had won. "Did I scare you?" Emma recovered from her thoughts and quickly sat up from his embrace. She pulled her headphones away from her head.
"In the middle of the night, a person is suddenly standing at the edge of my bed. How could I not be scared?" She frowned. "Mr. Erickson, don't you knock when you enter someone else's room?" "I knocked on the door. You didn't hear me." She held up the headphones. "I was listening to music, so I didn't hear you." He raised his eyebrows. "Listening to music at a high volume, you're really a strange person. Won't you get distracted?" "Yes, but in real life, who gets to concentrate on something without being distracted?" "So, you are deliberately training yourself to multitask." She replied, "Do you need something from me?"
"It's nothing. I saw from upstairs that the light in your room was still on. I assumed you were still awake, so I came down to take a look. Is Samuel still studying?" "Samuel left at nine." Robert picked up her book and flipped through it. The two of them sat on the bed and chatted. She felt a little awkward. She wondered if she should get off the bed or if she should kick him out because she wanted to rest. He suddenly spoke. "Has anyone ever told you that you're attractive when you study?" Her face turned red at the unexpected compliment. She really was a bit... She didn't know how to take it.
She shook her head. "No." "Looks like I'm the first one. Do you like mathematics?" He flipped through her books and glanced at her. She nodded. "Yes." "This book you bought is a complete review of advanced mathematics. There are some problems in this book, I'm afraid, your teacher will find it difficult." She scratched her forehead. "This, Mr. Erickson..." "Why did you not answer this question?" He pointed to one of the questions that she had skipped. She glanced at it. "I can't solve this problem."
"I can; do you want me to teach you?" She nodded slowly. Robert patted a spot on the bed near him and said, "Come here." She moved and sat beside him. He put the book on his knees and picked up the pen that she had been biting on from time to time. He started to teach her how to solve the problem. It only took a few minutes. She quickly understood his instructions. He handed her the pen and said, "Count it yourself." She sat upright and took the book and pen. According to the method he taught her, sure enough, she quickly got the answer.
She smiled in surprise and turned to look at him. "Mr. Erickson, you're so smart." Robert raised his eyebrows proudly. "You are already pretty smart to be able to do 80% of the questions in this book." She frowned. "Why do I feel like you are indirectly praising yourself?" He was pleased. "I know what I'm doing. If you still have some questions, you can ask me." "Then... Can you tell me about this?" Robert looked at her and told her what to do. He was serious, and she listened carefully.
Early in the morning, her alarm clock rang, and she was in a daze. She wanted to flip over and touch her phone, but she found that her waist was held by a strong arm. Behind her, there was a warm body that was tightly pressed against her. Her mind buzzed, and then she realized… At this moment, Robert's voice sounded behind her head. "Aren't you going to turn off the alarm clock? It's very noisy." Emma suddenly sat up and turned around to look at him. Robert's tired gaze fell on her face. "Good morning." "Good morning." She blushed and shifted her gaze to the side. She really was crazy. Last night, he taught her the last question. She finished it and wanted to show him, but found that he had fallen asleep on her bed. She looked at him and found him strangely handsome as he slept. At that time, she thought that God was really unfair. Watching a good-looking person sleep was like looking at art.
She had wanted to sneak a few glances, then wake him up so that he could go back. But she fell asleep before she could do that. As for why they had slept at the end of the bed, she had no idea. Robert pointed in the direction of her phone. She rushed over, picked up the phone, and turned off the alarm. He sat up and stretched. "This is the first time I've fallen asleep while studying. It seems that your motivation to learn is very contagious." She scratched her forehead. "Well, thank you for last night." He smiled and got off the bed. As he walked to the door, he said, "If it wasn't for me, you would have fallen to the ground. So, I'll accept your thanks." He opened the door and left. Her face was slightly red. That wasn't what she wanted to thank him for. Robert walked through the door. Clark and the others were shocked when they saw him come out of Emma's room.
Everyone greeted him immediately. Robert, in a good mood, said, "You guys go and do your work." He went upstairs, remembering how he woke up in the middle of the night and saw her sleeping like a docile cat at the end of the bed. He had wanted to move her back to the head of the bed, but she rolled over in her sleep. Inching closer to the end of the bed. Immediately, he moved down to the end of the bed, blocking her fall. She rolled back in the opposite direction and curled up in his arms. He took the opportunity to hug her. In that instant, he decided that he would not leave before morning. It was the first time he discovered how good it felt to spend the entire night with a woman, just cuddling, in the same bed.