Chapter 04: Marriage between two families

Emma rested in the hospital for five days when she was discharged. However, her parents did not set foot to visit at all. Emma was filled with disappointment but still tried to hide it well, putting on her beautiful face joy instead of a sad, sad mood.

These days, Philip has always been a companion with Emma. He took care of her so hard that it was so vague that Emma was extremely grateful.

"Or is it like this, I took you to my house to rest for a few days? After that, we will return later. "

Philip drove while trying to suggest.

Emma immediately shook her head to refuse. Although she is very grateful to him these days, indeed Emma does not want to bother him more. Therefore, she had to choose a safer way to return to her home.

Watson Villa is towering in the heart of a lavish, rich city. Emma looked at the tall gate through the windshield, filled with sadness. Her parents, well, must say that her father and her aunt have long not considered her a member of the house. Her mother died early, and Emma suffered a lot of disadvantages. Her father and aunt have a younger sister, four years younger than Emma, Lisa Watson. Naturally, Lisa often enjoys better favors than Emma ever. This still does not make Emma pity. It's just that you are alone in her own home.

Emma took her suitcase, sighed, then calmly opened the car door. Philip also followed her into the mansion.

The relationship between two people is all known.

"Welcome the great lady back."

The butler rushed over, happily holding the luggage to help Emma. Looking at her face haggardly, Orianna was equally sad. She loves Emma more than herself. Emma hugged her, sadly saying:

"Aunt Orianna, thank you for worrying about me. I'm okay. "

Orianna took Emma into the house, nodding affectionately, and said, "The old man is in the room. I reminded him first, he seemed to be very angry at something. "

Emma looked into the room, yes, and then with Philip entered. Mr. Watson sat on the leather chair, his face completely slumped down. He didn't look happy when Emma returned. He looked at his daughter with scrutiny of eyes, followed by a clear hatred.

"Kneel."

Emma was startled, before she could speak, he was stopped by his next sentence.

"Emma Watson, from the beginning I made it clear to you, no matter where you go, you must think about the reputation of the Watson family. Now that the press is reported, I sleep on the bush with the thugs out there, thrown into the forest. "

"Emma, quickly kneel and confess to your ancestors."

"Dad, I ..."

Emma could only say that she obediently knelt. She did not disobey him, nor object. So is Philip. He just stood silently watching Emma and did not dare to argue half.

Just then, Mrs. Stefani came down the stairs, next to Anna, Emma's half-sister.

"Already home already?"

Stefani smirked and asked.

Emma nonchalantly glanced at her mother and daughter, quietly "Yes".

Mrs. Stefani sat down beside her husband, calmly drank tea, and spoke leisurely:

"She just returned home, it was not necessary to use this punishment. It takes time and does not bring satisfactory results. "

Mr. Watson raised an eyebrow at his wife and sadly replied, "Don't tell it to help it. If not, where to get the penance from it. "

Emma looked at Stefani in amazement.

Until now, she did nothing so kind that she knew what she protected Emma. Unless Stefani is plotting something.

"Haa, that's not what I mean. Why don't you use the French instead of kneeling? "

Everyone immediately shut up.

Anna covered her mouth with a giggle. She did not like this older sister. Now seeing Emma in an awkward position, Anna's heart is extremely happy.

Philip could not help but take a step forward, and politely said:

"Mr. and Mrs. Watson, I would like to say a few words. The fact that Emma was in distress was a force majeure situation, she didn't want that either. Emma had to make a lot of effort to survive, we should be happy ... "

Philip did not finish the sentence, Mrs. Sefani smirked:

" Come on, Mr. Philip. Other people's housework should not be pointed at in the speech. "

Emma gripped her palms and coldly said.

"Depending on your father's punishment. Anyway, in this house, it's faulty to do anything. "

Mr. Watson was annoyed by Emma's words.

He immediately waved his hand and directly sent Anna into the room to take out the long-standing whip. Each whip whipped down, and Emma's small body trembled again. She did not cry, frantically stood upright, deep eyes staring at each family member. A terrible disappointment spread throughout her brain.

Philip did not dare to stop. It was not until the punishment was stopped that he ran to Emma's side, hugging her to comfort.

Lying on the bed since she was a child, in the tiny old room, in stark contrast to the wealthy family of her family, Emma pities her head on her pillow and cries. She missed her mother, and remembered the happy years, her father, though paternalistic, loved his wife and children very much. Only when Stefani appeared, did his xinxing change completely.

On the body covered with new wounds, Emma only applied for medicine through tangerines, then closed her eyelashes to sleep. In a dream, a lonely, cold back sat at the foot of the mountain watching the moon.

The ears were up, the deep blue eyes were about to swallow the whole sky.

William ...

Emma woke up startled and discovered that it was only midnight. She tiredly walked down the bed, looking for a bathroom to wash her face awake.

As she passed by Anna's room, Emma saw that there was still alight. Anna hasn't slept yet and is whispering on the phone, sometimes laughing happily.

Emma doesn't care. After washing her face clean, she gently returned to the bedroom, continuing to immerse herself in magical dreams.

In the morning, everyone woke up long ago. Sitting at the familiar dining table, Emma became the most lost member. Ms. Stefani picked up Anna with a piece of scrumptious salmon, affectionately saying:

"Did you have a picnic at the same time as the university class? Come on, hurry up and eat. After that, I'll take you to the shop. "

Anna enjoyed laughing with her eyes.

Mr. Watson just sat down to eat and drink, not saying anything. Waiting after Emma finished eating, just wanting to get permission to stand up, Mr. Watson hurriedly stopped.

"Emma, I have something to tell you."

Emma adjusted her sitting posture neatly, paying attention.

"Philip is not suitable for you. Dad and Aunt Stefani has decided to marry the Egan clan. "

"What are you talking about?"

Emma looked at him in amazement, not daring to believe what her ears were hearing. Let her marry another person and not Philip?

No way!

Mr. Watson nodded, repeating his voice in a deep voice, each word:

"That's right. Recently, my company is not doing very well. We need to find an opportunity to enhance the family position. "

"Therefore, I decided to marry and marry the Egan family."

Emma asked angrily.

Recognizing her uneasy attitude, Mr. Watson immediately threatened:

"The Egan Young Master is a perfect man. Being married to him, you don't have to worry about money. "

"That's right. Emma did not know good or bad, their father wanted to be good to her but she also refused. "

Anna also said to interrupt.

Emma's eyes were bloodshot. She turned around to look at her sister and responded sharply.

"A good marriage, why don't you marry him."

Anna was sniffed by her sister, pouting.

"Dad said you must listen. Do you have the right to refuse? "

Emma didn't bother to talk to her, continued to speak.

"Dad, I disagree with this marriage. The one I love is Philip, I will marry him. Sorry, dad! "

After saying that, Emma stood up, and quickly left the table. She refused to agree with her father's nonsense. For the sake of the family, he mercilessly forced her to marry someone she did not love?

It's ridiculous.

Emma used her car and arbitrarily drove out of the house. She called Philip, gently asking him:

"Hey, do you want to go hang out with me?"

Emma rested her hands on her chin, wistfully looking at the street through the rearview mirror, waiting for Philip's answer. Philip smiled softly, curiously asked:

"You want to play thrills, right?"

"Yes, let's go to the racing station."

Emma replied softly.

Emma wears short shorts, and a crop top at the waist, making the curves of her body even more enchanting. Her long hair was tied behind her back, blowing in the cool night wind. Although the weather was quite cold, Emma's body temperature was burning hot.

Philip adjusted the moto, then proudly said:

"Are you ok? I just bought this buffalo!"

Emma ran her hand over the delicate parts of the car, nodding with amusement.

"NCR Leggera 1200 Titanium Special!"

This perfect car is very suitable for tough races, suitable for owners who have a passion for extreme thrills. Emma was full of praise, then put on her helmet and jumped into the car.

Philip did not travel by motorbike with his lover, but chose for himself a familiar Maybach, then snapped his fingers and signaled:

"Let's go, babe."

Emma smiled, turned the throttle slightly, and the motorcycle immediately jumped forward. The sound of the gas is very smooth, the speed zigzags on the big and small roads. Emma's long curls fluttering in the night wind, her sexy body with ant waist becomes even more infatuated and seductive.

Emma's butt is curved, her hands are straight on the hands of the car. Every time her graceful figure passed by, passersby opened their mouths and stared at her without getting bored.

About fifteen minutes later, they reached the rendezvous point. This place is a racetrack only for professional players, not only because of the dangers and risks that can occur in the races but also because of the huge cost of contributions to the organizers...