In the noisy bar, Emmy Rossum thought of having a trick on Helen Rossum. She were happy. Then she picked up a bottle of beer. Later, her head was dizzy. With the gall of the wine, she promised to have a bet with her good friend Natalie Portman.
"Emmy Rossum, go up if there's a man at the door, and if it's a woman, I'll go up!"
"You must kiss his mouth. You dare?" With the smell of alcohol, Natalie Portman shouted.
“Why not. I am not afraid of doing it!” Emmy Rossum replied. If she knew that there were more male customers than female customers in this pub, she wouldn't agree to Natalie Portman's bored games.
Indeed, a man walked in through the dark door. Emmy Rossum sat in a position where she could not see the man face clearly from the reflection of the light, nor did she know what he looked like.
Since she had made a bet, it didn't matter if he was ugly or not. Under Natalie Portman's urging, Emmy Rossum could only rely on her alcohol tolerance to go towards the man.
"Come!" Emmy Rossum quickly went up to stop the man's direction. She raised her head and saw the man's beautiful lips. “Come to kiss!"
She stood on tiptoe and kissed the man.
Whatever he looked like, his lips looked good.
Just then, Emmy Rossum was pushed away by the man, "Scram!"
The man's voice was cold and stern, full of unhappiness. Emmy Rossum's midriff, miniskirt and alluring thick makeup clearly showed that he treated her as a nasty woman.
Emmy Rossum was pushed away and took a step back.
She kissed him. When she thought about it, she smiled and raised her eyebrows at Natalie Portman before turning around to look at the man’s face.
It was a beautiful face, as if it had been carved by someone. It did not have the slightest flaw, and it was perfect. He looked up at her with deep eyes filled with anger.
A man may be good—looking, but why does he look so familiar!
Just when she was about to say "hus", Emmy Rossum blurted out “band.”
Husband! Yes, that was the word she wanted to use. Wasn't the man with the cold face in front of her the mysterious newlywed husband?
If she hadn't seen him, she would have forgotten that she was a woman who had a husband.
Most of all, she recognized him, and he frowned at her once more and walked away.
He didn't recognize her!
That was true. Half a month after she was sent to the Senger Family, the number of times she had met with him had been counted on her fingers. Furthermore, every time they had met, they had been on the bed.
They met after the light was turned off. When they met, she was naked. As she put on her clothes and put on makeup, Jean Senger naturally did not recognize her.
Fortunately, he didn't recognize her!
As Emmy Rossum was thinking, she had already abandoned Natalie Portman and ran out of the pub. She did not dare to stay there any longer. Although Jean Senger did not recognize her at that moment, she could not guarantee that he wouldn’t remember her
Jean Senger, the Senger Family's ruler, was thirty—one years old. In the outside world, it was rumored that Jean Senger was cold and ruthless, not good for women.
Emmy Rossum admitted that he was cold, ruthless, and capricious.
On the way back, Emmy Rossum took out a mirror and undressed in a taxi. At the same time, she used her earphones to explain to Natalie Portman.
A phone call came in before she phoned.
"Madam!" It was the butler from Senger Mansion.
"Old Garry, I just finished my homework at my classmate's house and will be go home very soon." Emmy Rossum lied without batting an eyelid.
"Mister will be back in half an hour. He told you to prepare!"