"Hidden Feelings and Misunderstandings: Ember and Emir's Tangled Emotions"

When he left, Ember found herself alone in the room. She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, and then said, "Let's discuss it later. But what I've achieved now is more important." She couldn't help but smile as she continued, "Finally, I've taken my revenge."

Ember's demeanor changed when she was near Emir. She felt more confident and satisfied with the outcome of provoking Xiao. She couldn't help but think that her behavior before was not at all good, but she couldn't stop smiling. She thought, "Now that Emir likes me, I won't let anyone ruin our relationship. I'll fully focus on my honey. Emir can't even think about her."

This was the first time she was feeling jealous of someone. It wasn't her true behavior, but she couldn't control it. Sometimes she felt guilty, and other times she felt satisfied. A thought popped up in her mind, "I can't take back what I've done. Next time, I won't do such a thing."

She started dancing in the room, feeling happy that Emir was hers and hers alone. "Emir confessed to me, and this is true. I don't need to be jealous of some girls. She's just a friend of his." But the satisfaction she felt was undeniable. She knew Emir was her honey.

She sat down on a chair and swung it in a circular motion, exclaiming, "Woo-hoo! I'm feeling so happy." When the chair stopped, she was reminded of what she had called Emir, "Honey." She pondered, "Did I develop feelings for him? No, no... I'm just getting jealous when he gets closer to any girl. I think I like him too." She admitted softly, "When I'm around him, I feel safe and complete. I don't know why, but my heart skips a beat when he smiles at me. I like him."

She thought about their trial period, considering whether to tell him or wait for it to end. She decided, "I think I need to get to know him more, and he needs to know me more. This trial period will help us."

As she reflected on their interactions, she couldn't help but smile. "When he calls me 'baby'... I get angry, but I also get butterflies in my stomach. 'Baby'... 'Honey'... So cute," she mused, trying to imagine their future together.

"Who is too cute?" Emir stood in the doorway, and Ember noticed him when he said that.

"What?" she replied, shocked.

Emir took a step forward, leaned closer, and teased, "Tell me who you're calling baby, honey."

"No one," she denied, avoiding his gaze.

"You're blushing," Emir observed.

Ember, eager to conceal her feelings from Emir at this moment, insisted, "No, I'm not."

Emir continued his investigation, gently touching her cheeks. "Your cheeks are red," he remarked, his touch making her blush even more. She tried to deflect it, saying, "It's a mosquito bite... on both cheeks."

"Yes," she admitted with a slight shake of her head, still avoiding his gaze.

Ember was telling a string of lies without looking at him, and he grew suspicious, asking, "Is someone here?" He checked the entire dressing room and even the bathroom. "No," Ember assured him, but she didn't understand what he meant.

Emir couldn't contain his racing thoughts and suggested, "You're not giving me answers because there's someone you like, right? You're talking to him." He looked disappointed and moved closer to her.

"No, I'm not," Ember insisted in disbelief that Emir didn't even trust her. She added, "You say you love me... What is it that you don't even trust me?" Her look conveyed her unhappiness.

"So, tell me who you're calling baby and honey?" Emir pressed, wanting to know the answer. He grabbed her hand, hoping she would open up.

To escape this uncomfortable situation, Ember lied again, saying, "Oh, you're talking about that. I'm just thinking about the new child in my family; he's too cute, and I'm trying to give him a cute nickname." Emir still found it hard to believe, asking, "Really?"

"Yes. I didn't tell you at first because I thought you wouldn't believe me, but your lack of trust in me made me think you believed I fell in love with someone else," she explained. She freed herself and left, asking Mr. Freng to take her back home.

"He asked if Sir is not coming," she informed him. "No, he has more work to do," she added. "Goodbye, Emir," she said, and they drove back home. The tension between them remained unspoken.