Hunter stepped into the room from the balcony as Emily hung up the call and put her phone aside.
“It was just a friend," Emily didn't know why the need to explain herself.
When she saw him staring at her phone, it just came out so naturally.
“I see." Hunter's lips closed tightly. There were many inexplicable emotions in his dark eyes.
The atmosphere got awkward. Emily coughed lightly and smiled at Hunter.
“Mr. Hunter, it's getting late. Don't you want to...go back and rest?"
He spent the whole night in her room without telling her what he wanted.
These were so stressful.
Hunter felt sad when he looked at her and her fake smile.
He stood up and walked towards the door.
He was gone, for good.
Emily took a breath of relief the moment the door shut.
What a dangerous night!
It was always this dangerous with him around. Emily would have been ‘eaten’ by him if she wasn't
careful enough.
Although Hunter is the dream guy for many women, this didn't mean that he can do anything he
pleased.
Furthermore, Emily is not a shallow girl that believe only in good looks. She would never give herself in
just because the guy is handsome.
Hunter felt depressed after walking out of Emily's room.
There must be something wrong with him. He had never felt anything like this before in his life.
His phone rang the moment he arrived in his room.
He picked up the phone, and he heard, "Brother, we still need one more person for the game. Do you
want to come over?"
“I'm not interested,” he wanted to end the call. At the same time, someone knocked at his door.
Emily never expected that she would have to come looking for Hunter, especially when she just asked
him to leave.
She had her hesitations. However, her desire to go out of this place overcame them.
The door wasn't closed tight. After Emily knocked, she reached her head into the room.
Hunter held his phone, and the call is still connected. When he saw her, he casually put his phone
aside.
“Is there anything?"
“Are...you busy right now?" Emily saw his phone. It seemed like he was on a call with somebody.
“I should probably come back later."
“It's fine,” Hunter pushed his phone further away, "Come on in.”
Finally, she came to find him of her own will. Hunter thought she would never be close with him.
Hunter put up a straight face on purpose. He wanted to look cool.
Emily just asked him to leave her room. Now that she came to him, he needed to gain his dignity back.
However, Emily stood at the door and didn't want to come into the room.
Under hesitation, she carefully asked, "Mr Hunter, my...my batchmate invited me to a karaoke session
and...I..."
“Do you know what time is it now?" Hunter's ego had been crumbled and tore into many pieces.
“If you are afraid that I'll come back late and interrupt you, then maybe I can stay overnight at my
batchmate's place. They got a bigger place with two rooms. Sally and I could stay there.”
Emily never noticed. The more she sounded excited about her plans, the sulkier Hunter became.
Two rooms? And she could stay there?
Was she saying that she wanted to move out and stay in a house rented by Terry and Joe?
Under the same roof?
Finally, Emily noticed Hunter's sulky expression. She stopped her sentence and looked at him
discreetly.
"Mr. Hunter, you said you wouldn't interfere with my life.”
Emily is a grown-up woman. She didn't think it is too much to ask to go for a karaoke session with her
friends.
Suddenly, Hunter stood up and walked toward the bookshelves. Then, he lighted up a cigarette.
Emily is still standing in front of his door, waiting for his reply.
“Mr. Hunter..."
“Okay...” At last, Hunter responded to her request without looking at her.
Emily took a breath of relief and said in a cheerful tone, "Then, I'll leave now. Good night!"
She quickly expressed her gratitude, then walked towards her room.
When Hunter got out of the room, Emily had already changed into a T-shirt and jeans. She was walking
down from the stairs.
She looked so youthful.
Hunter looked at himself. He is still wearing his business outfit from the day.
He didn't think he is lack of great taste in clothing before this, but now he thinks the outfit was a little too
mature for him.
He is twenty-seven this year, and he is still young! However, Emily is only eighteen.
Hunter turned around and walked back into his room. He took a set of outfit and changed it in his
bathroom.
When he walked out of the bathroom, he is wearing a set of elegant casual wear.
However, the colour of black seems a little too dark and heavy.
Hunter didn't know what was going on with himself. Why did he criticize his own taste now?
The phone rang again. Hunter picked up the call, and he heard Monty's voice, "Brother..."
“I'm not free!"
When Hunter was about to hang up his phone crankily, he heard Monty mumbled, "He is so dead on
the outside that people might think he is seventy- two instead of twenty-seven."
Monty felt speechless. The moment he wanted to end the call, Hunter responded, and a piercing cold
tone, “Where?”
"That's right. You are at a youthful life stage, and you should walk around. It's no fun at all to stay in the
stupid office for so long. Am I right?"
How daring Monty is to say that. The gigantic and successful Century group was referred to as the
stupid office.
If it is another person, he would have been thrown out of the club already.
Hunter remained quiet. He drank up his drinks and lighted up another cigarette for himself.
Monty was stressed out by Hunter's reaction. “Hey, mate. Since you are here, are you sure you don't
want to join our game?"
Some people might think they were talking about poker or mah-jong.
But on their table, there were four computers.
They were playing the Vast Empire game and they needed a sniper. Which is why they invited Hunter
over.
When they were younger, they trained together.
Back then, Hunter was the big brother in the team. They still called him that now.
However, this small team won't appear together in the sight of the public.
Which is why there weren't many people know that they were actually very close to each other.
Not even for Emily. Even though she had spent years together with Hunter, she didn't know he actually
has friends.
For Emily, Hunter is a lone wolf. He is cold and hard to get along. He didn't look like he would have any
friend at all.
“I heard you brought a girl home from Heaven-like Island last night."
Henry put away his mouse and turned his chair towards Hunter's direction. He threw a question to
Hunter, who was sitting on the genuine leather couch with his drink.
“You and Heaven-like Island usually don't interfere with each other's business. What was that for then?
That woman, is she your missing fiancé?”
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