Chapter 26: Wall bam (11)

The inevitable was always unavoidable.

But Emma couldn't understand why Gaston Brown, with such a beautiful and wealthy woman, would still seek her out?Was it simply to seek revenge?

Emma gritted her teeth and decided to clean herself thoroughly. Then, as per their agreement, she arrived at the Century Grand Hotel and went straight to the room Gaston Brown had reserved.

Standing at the door, she took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to knock.

The door quickly opened, and Gaston Brown glanced at her before walking into the room and handing Emma a contract, saying, "Sign it."

This new contract included all of Emma's demands, and the requirements were stated in even greater detail, making her blush at some of the explicit wording.

Gaston Brown sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine. After taking a slow sip, he asked, "Are you ready?"

Emma took a deep breath, signed her name decisively, and then directly removed her clothes.

She might as well treat it as if she were bitten by a dog!

Gaston Brown looked at her undressing and stood up, pouring the wine directly onto her body.

Emma gasped in shock, looking at him in disbelief. "What are you doing? "

Gaston Brown said calmly, "Go to the bathroom."

Feeling humiliated, Emma's heart sank. Nevertheless, she obediently went to the bathroom and washed herself clean using the shower.

Before she could finish, the bathroom door was pushed open.

She quickly covered her chest and asked nervously, "What do you want?"

She regretted playing that prank with the black coffee earlier today.

Gaston Brown glanced at her and approached, gripping her hand forcefully and pressing her against the cold wall. With an overbearing demeanor, he forcefully kissed her lips...

Emma let out a muffled cry of pain. His kiss lacked any emotion, making her feel uncomfortable and trapped.

Soon, he stopped the kiss and adjusted the shower to icy cold water, pouring it down on her from above, watching her calmly without making any other moves, as if she were an object without life or breath.

The cold water poured down Emma's head. She couldn't care less about concealing her body, so she just kept screaming, "Ah... You pervert!"

Her self-esteem was trampled upon ruthlessly.

Finally, she gradually got used to the cold temperature. She stopped screaming and instead glared at him with anger, coldly looking back at him.

Gaston Brown thought she would beg for mercy or even attack, but he didn't expect her to just stand there coldly, as if she were a lifeless and cold object.

He didn't like that feeling, so he forcefully grabbed her small chin, parting his thin lips slightly. "This is your punishment."

Emma's eyes showed no fear as she stubbornly looked at him, speaking with a mocking tone, "Mr Brown, you are so mean!"

That sentence seemed to strike a nerve within Gaston Brown's vulnerable heart. His eyes turned cold, and he forcefully released her chin. "Get out!"

Emma stumbled and sat directly on the floor, feeling pain all over her body. Despite this, she stubbornly got up, wiped herself clean, put on her clothes, and walked out of the room with a pale face.

Emma Jones's legs were still trembling, and her face was extremely pale. She stumbled back to her place in a daze.

By evening, she was feeling even worse. In a daze, Emma got up from bed, took a sip of water, and measured her temperature with a thermometer, only to discover that she had a fever.

She rummaged through her medicine box, but there wasn't anything useful. In the end, she didn't bother and climbed back into bed to sleep.

She slept in a daze until midnight. Emma's body felt both hot and cold, and she couldn't summon the strength to move. She reached for her phone on the bedside table, but couldn't find anyone who could help her.

In the end, she sighed, closed her phone, closed her eyes, and endured the pain, dozing off again.

When the first ray of morning sunlight shone through the window, Emma Jones opened her eyes again. Her head still hurt, but she felt better than yesterday.

It seemed like her body was oddly resilient; she hadn't taken any medicine, yet her high fever had turned into a low-grade one.

Dragging her tired body, Emma went to the kitchen, but found only instant noodles; there was no other food. She chuckled self-deprecatingly and changed into a new outfit, then took her wallet and left despite feeling tired.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw her neighbor, the old woman, also stepping outside. The old woman warmly greeted her, but Emma Jones only replied with a faint smile.

Seeing her unwell, she frowned and asked, "Emma, are you sick? Where's your boyfriend? Oh my, let me tell you, girls should be a little delicate. You shouldn't endure and carry everything on your own, you know?"

Emma Jones understood that she meant well, but she didn't explain and just nodded lightly.

She found a restaurant and had a hot bowl of meat porridge, feeling much better afterward. Then, she went to the pharmacy and bought some medicine. After taking it with mineral water, her phone rang.

"Hey, Emma, where have you gone again? The director added more scenes for you today. Hurry back!" It was Ava Johnson's urgent voice on the other end of the line.

Emma quickly moved the phone away from her ear until Ava finished shouting, then weakly replied, "Alright, I'm coming back now."

After hanging up, she hailed a taxi to the film set.

Ava Johnson had been waiting at the entrance and hurriedly approached Emma as she got out of the car, handing her the script with a delighted expression. "Your performance yesterday was outstanding. The director immediately upgraded your role. Now you're not the third lead but the second lead."

Emma Jones was overjoyed upon hearing the news, but at this moment, she was too exhausted to be excited. She simply nodded faintly, then took the script and asked in a soft voice, "When is my scene?"

"In the afternoon!"

Seeing Emma's abnormal state, Ava Johnson sensed something was wrong and asked with concern, furrowing her brows, "Are you sick?" As she spoke, she reached out to feel Emma's forehead, only to be startled. "Oh, you have a fever! Did you take any medicine? What should we do? You have a scene in the afternoon!"

Emma Jones nonchalantly shook her head. "It's okay. I took some medicine. I'll take a nap in the afternoon."

Dragging her tired body back to her room, Emma managed to read through the script. Fortunately, her scene in the afternoon was an emotional one that didn't require much physical effort.

After taking medicine and having a nap, Emma Jones felt slightly better, but her complexion was still quite poor.

Without the energy to do her own makeup, she asked the makeup artist from the crew to help her. After the makeup was done, her appearance improved slightly.