Chapter 125 Vivian Ferguson's Arrival

What was her identity in this place? A mistress? A lover?

"What do you mean?" A hint of pain flashed across her face, which was completely captured by Baron Stuart. He watched her calmly and asked.

Emily paused for a moment, then lowered her eyelids sadly and whispered, "It's nothing."

In the end, she chose not to say anything.

She was afraid that once she spoke, it would mean something — did she care about him? Or did she care about his fiancée?

But why should she care, and what right did she have to care about these things...

She knew that some things were better hidden than spoken...

She hesitated to speak, and her sad expression left Baron Stuart unable to guess what was suddenly wrong with her.

Staring at her for a long time, Baron Stuart suddenly stood up and walked towards her.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" He reached out to lift her chin, forcing her to look at him. His plain tone was filled with an irresistible assertiveness.