Proposal?
He finished his sentence and strode inside.
Emma gasped. Using all of her strength, she grabbed his arm once again. "Hey, Mr. James, pay attention. It was actually a misunderstanding last night. I didn't intend to…"
James declared, "You get punished if you make a mistake, whether it is intentional or not." His shirt hid strong, slender muscles that could shake her off with ease.
Emma had a headache from being so furious at the situation. "Mr. James! Nothing remains of last night's evidence. There are no eyewitnesses or security cameras at the residence. You have no evidence at all!"
She hired a cleaning service to give the house a thorough cleaning once more after she left for work, even though James had cleaned it early in the morning, just in case he tried to frame her.
She wanted to give him a proper explanation because she felt bad about mistaking him for someone else the night before. She didn't anticipate, however, that a corporate group vice president would be so petty as to wish to drag her to jail with him!
Emma stepped forward and boldly snatched his collar. "I respected you enough to call you Mr. James. Keep your distance!"
The tiny kitten growled and exposed its sensitive teeth.
James grinned more broadly and thoughtfully, showing a mix of amusement and contemplation. "However, you neglected to send me money today. Is that not proof?"
"Would I commit such a trivial error? Examine the memo carefully regarding my transfer. 'Borrowed money,' it says."
"Not too dimwitted..." James grinned and proceeded to play a recording on his phone. "How do you explain this, though?"
[Fifty thousand. Prices are different for retail and wholesale.]
[Sixteen thousand, a fixed amount. Don't ask too much considering how bad you did last night.]
[Oh, so you kept wanting me, crying, kissing, hugging, and wanting me because my skills were so terrible?]
Emma's face grew progressively tense.
He captured it on tape, too!
James grinned as he watched. "As the executive vice president, I find it extremely offensive to be forced to do anything by a little hand model like you. Did you really believe that I was just a worthless mascot sent by the headquarters to put up with it?
"Hehehe..." Emma paused the video and laughed heartily, but her laugh was more repulsive than her tears. "Mr. James, you have my utmost respect and admiration. How on earth did I ever believe you were a mascot?"
"Is that accurate? You seem to be giving me a lot of face right now and are in a good mood."
She felt a surge of positivity, her heart overflowing with joy at the thought.
Of all people, why did she have to provoke him?
This was not easy!
Emma did her best to maintain a natural expression. "Mr. James is making a joke. Let's settle the matter from last night in private. Tell me what you want."
James held himself erect and tall, exuding an air of nobility and distance akin to that of an enduring spirit.
His gaze skimmed over her, as though he were questioning what she could offer him.
"Mr. James, if last night really upset you, how about sleeping with me again tonight to get your face back?" Emma gritted her teeth.
She would rather get bitten by a dog again than be imprisoned for ten days and have the company find out that she had an affair with the vice president.
James remained silent, his expression unreadable as he contemplated the proposal.
"Then, what else can we do?" begged Emma.
James: "I want you to marry me."
Emma excitedly nodded as soon as she heard him finally say, "Okay, okay. Hold on, get married."
James said, "Yes, get married."
That was when he abruptly interrupted Emma's thoughts. From the moment of their first meeting yesterday until now, she had goosebumps whenever he said something that made her feel angry, ashamed, or confused, as it did just now.
Emma pondered, "I still know which is better: being restricted for ten days or for life." "Let's go report for duty." Emma's mind raced as she tried to process James' sudden proposal. She couldn't believe he was asking her to marry him so soon after they had met.
But James caught her thin wrist as she moved forward. "Marriage is required of me by my family. In name only, I need a wife."
"I, Emma, have principles, Mr. James. I promise not to make jokes about marriage or assist you in misleading your family."
The two were at a standstill when a tall, attractive police officer emerged from the station.
The dapper policeman spoke in a serious yet kind manner. "Here, you two have been pulling at each other for some time. How are you spending your time?"
James: "Hey officer, I want to rep..."
"Hubby," Emma said, feeling her heart race as she stood on tiptoes. "We're going to get our marriage license, right, Hubby? The Civil Affairs Bureau is about to close, so let's head out."
James's lips were firmly pressed by her delicate little hand. The corners of James's thin lips curled up subtly beneath. He was willing last night, despite her accident. What mistake was made in that situation?
Emma quickly yanked James away.
James was a vicious person!
What animosity or bitterness did they harbor? It was perfectly acceptable for consenting adults to share a bed! And still, he desired to take her down with him!
Emma pushed James into the car and settled into the passenger seat. After much deliberation, she spoke cautiously and said, "Mr. James, you must be quite wealthy. We ought to sign a prenuptial agreement since this is a phony union. How about another day, though? There's not enough time today."
"Just a little cash that I don't require. Are you in need of it?" James fastened his seatbelt with his usual suave demeanor, exuding confidence and control.
He gave off the impression that he was in control of everything and never experienced emotional swings.
Emma stopped talking.
He was a vice president of the company, a salary she could not imagine, and he drove a Maserati.
In the meantime, she only made $50,000 a year and didn't own a car or house. How could she claim that, in order to safeguard her assets, she needed a prenuptial agreement?
Emma's eyes glowed with excitement and anticipation as she considered the implications of the situation. "I forgot to bring my ID card. We'll have to wait for another day."
"I carried yours. James said, "I picked it up this morning in passing," as he turned on the vehicle. The Maserati made a deep rumble.
Emma balled her fists in defiance!
Her ID card was locked in the side drawer of the closet, while the key was placed on the bottom shelf of her nightstand.
His hand moved very swiftly!