Her Glamorous Beauty

At that moment, Rebecca was about to scream, but the man in a black suit covered her mouth to quiet her. Unhesitatingly, he gradually removed his hood, and Rebecca was surprised to see his familiar face.

“Emerson?” She asked in perplexity. “Why did you do that? Don’t you know that I could almost lose my consciousness of fear?” She furrowed her forehead as she wanted him to realize how bad it was to be pranked.

“I’m sorry, Rebecca. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He attempted to take her hand, and she didn’t let him, but when he said, “I even climbed here just to see you,” Rebecca let him lead her to the upholstered bed.

He didn’t want Rebecca to think that he was planning to do something wrong with her. Although the truth was that he was, more than anything wrong she could think, that he just couldn’t proceed with it because every time he saw her face, he lost the strength.

“So you did that for me? Don’t you know that I could have almost had a heart attack? I even wonder if it was you who watched me before,” Rebecca guessed.

“Am-” Emerson laid down on her bed, using his palms as support for his nape. “Um, honestly, yeah. It was me,” he stammered.

“Why can’t you pronounce your words well? I’m not mad because of what you did; I even always watch you too,” she admitted without looking at him.

“I know you did, so let’s not talk about that. I climbed here, you know, to apologize for what happened to our relationship.” Emerson’s eyes stayed on her long, curly, blonde hair, waiting for her reaction.

“Good to hear that it comes to your mind to fix our relationship. I know you can’t endure having a dispute with me every day. You don’t know how much I miss you.” Rebecca’s speech was going to shear when Emerson interrupted.

“I miss you too, Rebecca.” Emerson seized her collar bone and pulled her over him. “You don’t know how much I miss you.” He nibbled her ear while his hands traveled from her navel to her breasts.

“Ahh, what are you doing?” Rebecca asked, sounding complaining, but the exact description was tickled as Emerson squeezed her mammary glands. “Please don’t be so-ooo grim.”

Rebecca didn’t know why her body wobbled every time Emerson did, but all they could hear that night was her moans, as if she was telling a long story, and Emerson even enjoyed listening; that he didn’t want her to stop.

“Rebecca?” Someone knocked on the door, which made them come to a halt, then the silence prevailed for a while. “Are you inside?”

“That’s my mom. I need to…” Rebecca attempted to stand up, but Emerson wouldn’t let go of her.

“Just stay here with me, darling,” he whispered as he clung to her body and cuddled her with two arms and legs like a tarsier.

“Yes mom! I’m here, Amm, I am just fine!” Rebecca tried to maintain a normal tone of voice, although she couldn’t breathe well because of what Emerson was doing.

“Good to know that. Can you open the door?” Bernadette asked.

“Huh? No, no mom,” Rebecca replied, following Emerson’s order. “I’m sorry, I’m still sleepy. Let’s just talk tomorrow!”

“Okay.” Bernadette sighed in relief as she walked back towards her room.

It was about Rebecca. Bernadette remembered her dream that she jumped down through the window of her bedroom. Even though it was only a dream, it was still a half-meaning.

“Emerson, you’ve got to stop this!” Rebecca complained, but Emerson wouldn’t stop kissing her nape while wrapping her with his warm and steel-hard body. “You need to go now, before my parents find out that you’re here.”

Emerson stopped what he was doing and took a glance at his wrist-clock to know what time it was. Then he was surprised to see that it was already daybreak. He stood up and went towards the window.

“Fck! The guards are already here.” Emerson scratched his head. “How can I get down there?” He plucked his eyebrows, gesturing his worries.

“Don’t worry, I will help you,” Rebecca said, standing up. “Follow me.”

She opened the door and took the winding stairs. She knew that her parents always woke up late, especially when they hadn’t slept well, so they still had time to sneak out.

“We need to,” Rebecca halted when she saw Lucille downstairs; her eyes suddenly strayed to them. “Continue.”

Seeing her young lady with Emerson, Lucille wasn’t surprised, although she already expected that to happen, but didn’t know what happened that Rebecca’s messed up hairs were spreading around her shoulders.

After a few asking gazes, Lucille went towards them. She knew she needed to protect her young lady, or else she would be scolded by her parents, and Emerson would probably lose his job. Then their happy days would end.

“Please, Lucille, don’t tell my parents about this,” Rebecca requested.

“Of course I won’t. Go now, before it’s too late,” Lucille ordered.

“Thank you,” Rebecca whispered, then barefooted, she led Emerson out of the huge mansion, until they finally reached the garden.

She gave Emerson a last kiss on her lips before he continued to the dormitory, and Rebecca also went back as if nothing had happened. She didn’t know when that set up would end, but she was willing to wait.

As Emerson continued, he was confused to see Damian had awoken, cleaning the passageway, and was trying to block his way. Since Mario was gone, he was the one who became his roommate, and he was even more vigilant than he was.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t get myself close to the young lady,” Damian insinuated to Emerson while sweeping the trash. “Falling in love with her is like grasping a hot coal; you’re the one who gets burnt.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Whom are you talking with, brother Damian?” Emerson pretended to know nothing, although he felt uncomfortable with that.

“Whom am I talking to?” Damian asked, still looking downwards. “Of course these dry leaves; whom else is here except them?”

“Are you kidding me? I know you don’t want me to get near Rebecca, but please brother, with all due respect, don’t intrude into my life.”

“Of course I’m not. I’m just concerned about what may happen if you don’t stop what you’re doing. You don’t know what Rebbecca’s parents can do once they are mad,” Damian warned before he left.

Going towards their room, Emerson couldn’t stop himself from thinking deeply about the question, “What can Rebecca’s parents do once they are mad? Can they kill someone?”