Chapter 6 Chapter 6

The bride smashed the flowers in her hand on Logan. "Logan, is what he said true? Is this child really yours?"

"No, listen to me, Lilly. I don't know them at all."

Isaac sneered, "Really? Logan, we're from the same village. Your nickname is Moose, isn't it? Your house is in the east of the village and you did not graduate from high school. I can even read out your ID number. Do you think I will not recognize you with that lavish clothing of yours? You've lied to many people in our village and persuaded them to make investments for you. Worst of all, you even abandoned your parents. Your mother is still in the hospital, waiting for you to wire her money!"

The bride slapped Logan's face. "B*stard!"

Logan chased after her. "Lily, wait up. It's a misunderstanding. Listen to me and I'll explain to you."

The hall was in an uproar. Harrison crossed his arms and said, "He's indeed a b*stard. How could he leave his wife and his son?"

Dennis thought he had just watched a good show, but soon he realized that woman was rather familiar.

Emmie's eyes were teary because of the burning pain. She kept rubbing her eyelids as she covered half of her face with her hands.

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of her. She was then dragged up from the ground by him. She instinctively thought that it was Isaac.

When Isaac turned around, Emmie and the man were seen walking away.

Emmie's vision was blurry and hence she couldn't see the way clearly. She was literally being dragged away by the man. "You b*stard! I'll surely skin you alive when I go back later."

They were in the corridor when Dennis asked, "Who do you want to skin alive?"

This voice...

Emmie squinted her eyes so she could see better. However, more than half of Dennis' face was veiled by the darkness.

Was he Dennis? No way! Emmie wanted to flee, but her arms were still in his firm grip.

"Mr. Scott, you got the wrong person."

Dennis sneered. "Oh, then how do you know that I'm Mr. Scott? Miss Bailey, you've hidden your secret so well! Your child is at least six years old, no?"

"That's a misunderstanding, sir."

"You married me with someone else's child. Who do you think I am? An idiot? It seems that three years are too long for you. We're going to get a divorce now!"

He pinched Emmie's arm so hard that it hurt. "I'm never pregnant. You can take me to the hospital for an examination if you don't believe me!"

"Even if you're not pregnant, then what about the child just now?" he fumed.

"He's not my child either. You can do paternity testing."

"Well, the man also said–"

Emmie instantly interrupted him, "It's just a show! I was at work just now."

"Work? What kind of work is that?"

"I... " she mumbled.

"Isn't that a swindle?"

He had long heard of Emmie's reputation. Since she was a child, she was known for her defiance. Growing up she had caused a lot of trouble. Word had it that she was a haughty, egocentric person, who often mingled with bad friends. That was part of the reason Dennis didn't want to marry her.

His wife must not have anything to do with other men.

Yet, he decided to believe that those were rumors when he saw Emmie's delicate appearance. Now it seemed that those rumors might not be just hearsay.

Rage overtook him at once.

Emmie could not refute that. She said while wiping her tears, "This is part of my job."

He stared at her twinkling eyes, fuming. Those who didn't know what was going on would likely think that he was bullying her. "Stop crying."

Emmie didn't want to cry either. She didn't know what Isaac had smeared on her face. She couldn't stop her tears at all. Her eyes were burning with pain.

"I don't want to either."

Dennis frowned. Her abnormally red eyes were already swollen at this moment.

Without hesitation, Dennis pulled her to the washroom and put her hair behind her neck. "Close your eyes."

Having her head placed beside the basin, Emmie felt the water run over her eyes. The tap water felt less cold as he scooped it with his warm hand. The water made her feel a little more comfortable.

Although Dennis' hand was huge, he was rubbing her eyes so gently.

She raised her head a moment later and realized that her eyes were still itchy. She couldn't help but raise her hand to rub them.

Yet, Dennis slapped her hand away instantly. Again, he controlled his strength so well that it didn't hurt her at all. "Don't touch it."

"It hurts."

"Even if it hurts, you're not allowed to rub your eyes. If you don't want to go blind, then listen to me."

Although Emmie had stopped crying, she still could not open her eyes. Whenever she tried, she felt a sharp pain.

Somewhat panicked, she asked, "Am I going to go blind?"

"You deserve it. How dare you rub things on your eyes?"

Emmie pursed her lips. After all, she wasn't the one who did that.

Her vision was still blurry, and thus, she still couldn't see the way ahead of her clearly. Dennis was leading her all the while.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Shut up!"

Dennis didn't know why he had to poke his nose into her business. She looked really... pitiful when she cried just now.

Emmie closed her eyes and allowed him to guide her. She could tell that they had walked out of the washroom and were now in a lift. Soon after, they left the lift. Yet, suddenly, she missed a step and fell forward.

"Ahhh!"

At that moment, she felt a pair of strong arms around her waist as her body tilted forward and fell into his embrace. Her nose brushed against his chiseled, muscular chest.

Even though Emmie's eyes were closed, she could tell that she was in his arms. His masculine breath perfumed her nostrils, making her face blush.