What a privilege it was to sit down and dine with the Old Lady!
Sarah hadn't tried it, neither had the two ladies of the Jackson family. And now, Emily Gale, an ugly
bitch, was arranged to be sitting at the table where the masters were sitting!
With both the Old Master and Old Lady being here, no one dared to say anything. But, nobody was
convinced!
Emily enjoyed quite a good meal though. As the men were all drinking, only she and the Old Lady were
really enjoying the food.
The old lady took good care of her. And it didn't look awkward for a young woman and an elder woman
to be among the men.
After the meal, Emily sent the Old Lady back to the main house to rest along with the maid.
She had a talk with the Old Lady. By the time she came back, it was already ten oclock in the evening.
People unconcerned at the banquet hall had retreated.
She just didn't expect to see Vincent Jackson walking alone on the forest path on her way back.
It had to be said that the Jackson family house was really big, incredibly big.
From the main house to the banquet hall, Emily had to walk through a long forest path in between.
Both sides of the road were full of flowering pavilions. And as far as Emily could see, Vincent was
standing under the tree behind the pavilion.
As Vincent's figure stood against the wind, the moonlight reflected his long shadow on the ground,
making him somewhat lonely.
Vincent had always been averse to dealing with people, especially women.
In Emily's last life, Hunter hadn't treated her well. But, like his grandmother, Vincent had been
especially nice to her.
The scene of him lying covered in blood in her arms always lingered in her mind. And she couldn't
wave it away.
As long as she thought about it, she felt that her heart had been stabbed by a knife. And it was tense
and in pain from time to time.
Unconsciously, she walked behind him and stood less than five steps away from him.
"Vincent..."
As Vincent, who was holding something in his hand, heard her words, he looked back at her with
somewhat cold eyes.
"At a time like this, what are you doing here? You should have stayed by my brother's side!"
He threw away the leaves in his hand and turned around to leave.
Emily was not scared off at all by his cold appearance. He had been like this in his last life and hated
her very much at the beginning.
However, later on, he gradually changed his mind about her. And after that, he became her only friend
in the Jackson family.
The current Vincent was the one that she had just met.
In fact, the way Emily saw it, it was fine for Vincent to hate her. If they didn't get along, the tragedy that
happened later
probably wouldn't have happened. And Vincent wouldn't have died young.
Emily spat out a mouthful of air and looked at the side of his face, and stared at him quietly. She didn't
speak.
Vincent passed by her side. But Emily saw the fallen leaves on his shoulders at that moment.
Out of instinct, she wanted to sweep off the leaves for him.
Vincent stiffened and dodged her.
"I'm just... Ah!" She must have had a bad day. Emily wondered why she had accidentally kicked her
foot as she had taken a step.
Then, with an unsteady center of gravity, she fell straight towards Vincent.
Vincent's eyes were full of disgust. Then he moved and dodged her.
Emily was completely unsupported and actually fell straight onto the ground.
“What a shame!”
But it seemed that God was playing a trick on her!
She could even trip over herself, which was rare.
"I'm sorry... "She wanted to apologize. But Vincent had already walked away.
Emily sat on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
She felt a bit tired and helpless. Vincent must have thought that she was deliberately trying to throw
herself at him and surely
would become even more annoyed with her, right?
She thought, “Well, he shouldn't get close to me. In my last life, everyone who got close to me didn't
end up well.”
Since they hadn't started to get to know each other yet in this life, they shouldn't have started it at all!
She stared at the direction in which Vincent had left. Until his figure disappeared into the night, she still
didn’t withdraw her sight back for a long time.
There was no telling as to how long had passed. It wasn't until she distinctly sensed a presence that
she sobered up and
turned back sharply.
Under the pavilion, the man sat on a bench, looking askance at her.
He was leaning against a stone pillar with his long legs resting on the chair.
He lay one of his long legs flat and curved up the other one, looking languid. He was very different from
what he looked like on usual days, who was rigorous and cold.
“Young Master Hunter? When did he sit here?”
“Is he new here? Or has he been sitting for a long time?”
Judging from his look, he was more likely to have been sitting here for a long time.
Emily got up from the ground, patted the ashes on her body, and walked over, "Young Master Hunter.”
Hunter didn't say anything. And his body exuded cold breath.
However, Hunter seemed to be carrying a burst of alcohol tonight
When Emily came closer to him, she could clearly smell the strong alcohol.
Although it was the Jackson family's family banquet tonight, the main reason was actually to hold a
celebration for this newly engaged unmarried couple.
Therefore, throughout the night, not only people at their table but people at other tables also kept
coming over to toast to Hunter.
Emily couldn't remember exactly how much Hunter had drunk.
All she knew was that he must have drunk a lot.
"Where's Liam?” She thought that Liam would help him back to the WongRiver Pavilion to rest. But why
was he alone here now?
Hunter remained silent. As his gaze fell in the direction that Vincent had just left, his thin and cool lips
looked even more clear and cold in the moonlight.
Emily also subconsciously looked back. Vincent has gone far away. What was Hunter looking at?
“Could it be that just now... °
“I'm not throwing myself at him!" Emily thought that Hunter seemed to have misunderstood her a lot, "It
was just an accident."
But what was she so eager to explain to him?
If she remembered it correctly, the agreement between the two of them clearly stated that each of them
had their own lives and should not interfere with each other.
Hunter finally looked at her with a cold and indifferent gaze. It seemed that he didn't take anything
about her to his heart.
"Young Master Hunter, you've drunk a lot of wine. It's windy outside. Go back and rest first.”
He was still silent, looking even indifferent.
“How much did this guy drink? The alcohol smells so dense. How did he get here on his own?”
Emily walked over and tried to reach out her hand and put it on his forehead.
As soon as she just stretched out her hand, he grabbed it.
Hunter only pulled her lightly. Before Emily had time to scream, she fell completely on top of him.
"Young Master Hunter... "As Emily's hands fell on his chest, she tried to make her body hold up.
Unlike before, Hunter didn't do anything to her.
Emily sat up easily. But she seemed to have discovered a little problem with Young Master Hunter.
“How could his body temperature be so high? It is a little too high!”
Emily tried to reach for the corner of his forehead. But he clasped her wrist a second time.
“Your body temperature isn't quite right. Young Master Hunter, let me take a look.”
“Is the body temperature so high because of alcohol? Or is he sick?”
Hunter fixed his profound gaze on her face. There was no telling as for how long he had been looking
at her. Then he suddenly swatted her hand away.
He sat up and went down from the bench. Then his tall body shook slightly, frightening Emily to
immediately give him a hand.
Young Master Hunter was really drunk tonight. Otherwise, he surely could sit still.
“How on earth did he come over just now?” When Emily came here, she clearly saw that no one was
under the pavilion.
“Young Master Hunter, I'll help you..."
"How are you connected to Vincent?" In the meantime, he suddenly clasped her hand as he knitted his
sword-like eyebrows tightly, “Are you trying to seduce him?"
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