Chapter 5 Britton Hill

• "So this is the motive behind your hitting me?"
• John Foster was sitting on the couch, his family physician helping to bandage a cut on his forehead. He never imagined that his own house would treat him like a thief.
• John inhaled deeply. "What gives you the impression that people can just come and go from here as they please, Emily?"
• Emily gave him a remorseful glance before trembling, "I'm sorry."
• Now that I think about it, the residents were either aristocratic or wealthy. How on earth could robbers enter with such ease?
• It seems like she went insane right now!
• Emily silently debated whether she should turn on the lights and wondered who had warned her against it.
• He had complete control over turning them on and off. He was so used to this place that he could navigate it with his eyes closed.
• John's injury stung even more as his temple veins throbbed. What exact transgression had he committed in order to meet Emily?
• Emily, did she not just move her mouth?
• John furrowed his forehead. It must be the blow that has confused him. How on earth could someone talk with their mouth closed?
• "All right, now you should go to sleep."
• After learning that he was unwilling to speak with her, Emily quickly got up and walked out, making three quick turns before saying, "I'll be going then."
• John did not even give her a sidelong glance.
• Emily was still baffled as to how things had come to be this way, even as she lay in bed. Would this lead to her being fired by him?
• "No!"
• Emily jolted awake in bed. She had to do something to save herself from being fired!
• Referring carefully to the book's description, John's irregular eating patterns and long work hours had resulted in a bad stomach.
• Emily gave a tut. Nine out of the ten tycoons had digestive issues.
• Before John left the next day, Peach Sister gave Emily a bag of sandwiches.
• "What is this?"
• "The mistress specifically had me make sandwiches for you," Peach Sister said with a mocking smile. Bring them to eat with the company."
• John accepted them without indicating if he would consume them or not.
• He had his usual cup of black coffee at the company and experienced his usual stomach ache.
• Addison The secretary scowled. "It hurts in your stomach again? Permit me to get your prescription filled."
• After taking the medication, John watched Secretary Addison remove the sandwich from its paper bag. "Are you really not eating the breakfast you brought?"
• John was not very interested in eating it. He felt uncomfortable, just thinking that Emily had prepared it.
• Was she attempting to gain his favor?
• He used his money to purchase the ingredients, and Peach Sister made the sandwiches. Emily hadn't even revealed her identity.
• John sneered in disdain. This woman was really not good at pretending.
• "You can have it; I'm not hungry."
• Secretary Addison did not act ceremoniously, nor had he eaten breakfast that day.
• John also didn't come back to the villa that evening. He had no intention of allowing Emily to become close to him.
• He didn't know that Emily cheerfully consumed three sandwiches after learning the truth.
• With some hesitation, Peach Sister said, "Mistress, shouldn't you call your husband?"
• Living apart like this as a newlywed couple didn't seem quite normal.
• Only the butler and Secretary Addison knew it was a marriage of convenience, aside from the couple. Peach Sister did not know at all.
• Emily casually mentioned, waving dismissively, "Absence can strengthen bonds and bring people closer. There's no need to worry."
• Peach Sister, though, continued to sense that something wasn't quite right.
• "Then, should I continue making the sandwiches?"
• Emily set her phone down and took a moment to reflect. "Create them. Request that the driver deliver them."
• He was, after all, the gold-digging sugar daddy. She still needed to leave a positive impression, even though she had just made a mistake.
• John would therefore get a sandwich every morning after that. They all wound up in Secretary Addison's stomach every time.
• John remained silent, while Secretary Addison, reaching his breaking point, looked at the sandwich with a sour expression before addressing President John.
• "Could you ask your family's cook to prepare a different breakfast?" He was going to throw up after eating them.
• John: "Ahem."
• "Tell her not to send them anymore the next time." He'd almost completely forgotten about the issue. He had no idea Emily would be so persistent.
• John gave a soft sneer, a hint of impatience showing in his eyes.
• Though he regretted it slightly in his heart, Secretary Addison quietly noted it.
• Free breakfast was free breakfast, no matter how much he was paid.
• Additionally, the finest ingredients were used, so the taste was still good even though the flavor was the same every time.
• Peach Sister, having received the driver's message, inquired quietly, "Still send them?"
• "Make sure they get sent! Send them, of course! It is his business whether or not he eats them. I have the final say on whether to send them." It was nothing more than her lips moving.
• Peach Sister sighed, realizing the depth of the mistress's affection for her master.
• The master remained oblivious, focused on his work. Peach Sister pondered when they would have a young master under these circumstances.
• Peach Sister was a reserved individual. "Tomorrow morning, what is the mistress's preference for breakfast?"
• "Tomorrow, let's have a Mexican breakfast. I have a slight craving for chilaquiles and chalupas."
• "I got it."
• With tears of excitement streaming from the corners of her mouth, Emily ate the chilaquiles she didn't usually indulge in the following morning.
• The food that Peach Sister prepared was truly amazing.
• 'Emily, come to Britton Hill tonight', was the text she received from an unknown number just after finishing breakfast.
• Is this the peak of scammers now? Would they even ask her to climb a mountain when they knew her name? in the evening?
• Emily laughed icily and blocked and erased the number right away.
• So that evening, Emily—dressed in pajamas—met her contract husband, who was wearing a fitted designer suit.
• "So you sent that text, then?"
• John remained silent. "You've got thirty minutes to prepare. Later, we're heading to our former home on Britton Hill."
• "I'll be ready in no time; don't worry!"
• Internally, she grumbled, "Old residence, fine, but why say Britton Hill?" How could she have known that the old house was located on Britton Hill?
• John looked up abruptly. Upstairs, Emily had already clip-clopped. He furrowed his brows and took a seat.
• While choosing an outfit, Emily took her time, even though she applied makeup quickly.
• especially considering that she had recently put on a significant amount of weight and developed a layer of belly fat. Thirty minutes were up when she finally found a dress that covered it, and she ran downstairs.
• Emily gave him a nervous glance before responding, "I'm ready."
• "Me."
• One by one, the two got into the car, John looking down as he worked, his side profile elegant.
• Emily stole a few quick looks at him.
• [He has such lovely skin. How come there isn't even a dark circle when he stays up late every day?]
• [Is the boss of the tycoon that busy? Is he still doing work in the car?]
• [Hehehe I wonder if my husband is on a discount or something.]
• John: "Silence!"
• Emily said, "I didn't say anything," looking shocked.
• Through the rearview mirror, the driver surprised himself by turning back.
• John furrowed his forehead. Was it just a hallucination?
• He gave Emily a look.
• [How come he's staring at me, oh my god? To be honest, I said nothing! [Is this man insane for working too much?]
• John had an obvious look of shock in his eyes!
• Emily's mouth had obviously remained closed, but he could hear her voice. What was happening?
• "Are you still familiar with the details of our contract?" His inquiry came across as informal.
• "Yeah, yeah, I know! est assured, I'll behave myself properly tonight. After memorizing the terms of the agreement, Emily started reviewing the contract clauses in preparation for the evening's arrangements.
• All they were was a devoted married pair. Not a problem!