Chapter 2 I Might Treat You Better

• He deliberately accentuated the word ‘waste of a man’ deeply, with a hint of provocation. As he spoke, the man approached her intentionally. The piercingly cold aura of him got even thicker and stronger around her.
• Alyssa moved back uncomfortably, and after a moment of disbelief, she believed his words. After all, Emmett was said to be too ugly and brutal, but this man was not ugly at all. Furthermore, Emmett’s villa was not accessible to people outside his family or special guests like her.
• So, he might really be Emmett’s cousin.
• “He is your cousin. Please don’t talk about him like this.”
• Presumably, Emmett had also had difficulties in his family. Alyssa could not help but feel sympathy. Even if the Lawrence family was top-tier socially, she sympathized with Emmett’s situation. He must have had hard times in recent years.
• Emmett’s brown eyes quickly flashed in surprise. He didn’t expect this ugly woman to say such words.
• He couldn’t help looking at her again. The messy hair, the black-framed glasses, soiled, long cotton clothes, and the bangs on her forehead almost thick enough to cover her eyes. There were even a few small spots on her haggard face. It was disgusting to even look at.
• He had heard how his fiancée was as beautiful as a blooming rose. But this woman was something else.
• There was no way that this ugly woman was his rumored fiancée.
• But the Lawrence family did not care whether the woman who married him was ugly or beautiful, as long as it was woman who could produce an heir. They would not care even if they had to select another one.
• Besides, it wasn’t as if Emmett had any plans of treating her as his wife. All he needed was a simple and quick transection.
• With a dark glint flashing in his eyes, Emmett stretched out his hand and pushed Alyssa on the bed. There was undisguised contempt and malice in his tone. “There is no one else. You don’t need to pretend. With your looks, you are probably still a virgin. Why don’t you give it a try? I might treat you far better than that cripple!”
• After he finished speaking, he reached for her directly. He was about to touch her waist.
• Almost.
• Slap!
• “Get off!” Alyssa used all her strength to slap him on the face. “Don’t assume everyone is as dirty as you. You’re lucky that your cousin hasn’t arrived yet. Leave immediately, and I will pretend nothing happened here. Or would you prefer to be slapped again?”
• Although she tried her best to stay calm, her trembling hands betrayed her. She clutched the sheets beneath her, and let out a ragged breath.
• What the hell did she just witness?
• She had imagined how ugly Emmett would be on the way over, how scarred and disabled he truly was. But she had never expected to encounter such a thing as this.
• On her wedding night, an unknown man came to her room and said these things to her. And that man was even her husband’s cousin!
• Her jaw clenched, and she forced herself to look up at him. ‘You can do this, Alyssa.’ She encouraged herself. ‘You got this.’
• Emmett was momentarily stunned as he hadn’t expected this ugly woman to make a move on him.
• He had a sullen look on his face. His body exuded a bitter chill. “No woman has ever dared to slap me.”
• “Consider this your first!” Alyssa shuttered.
• Because of the struggle, her glasses had fallen off, revealing a pair of unexpectedly clear and precise eyes. Her trembling eyelashes showed their owner’s tension and fear. “D-don’t come any closer!”
• Emmett suddenly paused, and for a moment he began to feel a bit soft-hearted.
• He straightened his coat and glanced coldly at her. “You can continue to wait for that ‘waste of a man’ here.”
• Bang!
• It wasn’t until the door was closed that Alyssa’s tense nerves relaxed slightly.
• Outside the door.
• When the bodyguard was about to reach the Master bedroom, he saw the red mark on Emmett’s face. With his pale complexion, the mark was incredibly visible. Even a partially blind person would be able to spot it a mile away.
• The bodyguard froze for a moment before saying, “Young Master… Your face…”
• Emmett touched his face and said bluntly, “Ran into the door.”
• Since when the doors had five fingers on them?
• Even though his reason seemed doubtful, the bodyguard did not dare to ask any further.
• Instead, he respectfully handed a folder, “This is Young Madam’s personal information.”
• Emmett opened the folder and saw the name on it, Alyssa Moore.
• Interesting. That ugly woman’s name was Alyssa meaning noble. But she was as rude as hell. How ironic!
• Her birth mother was even more interesting. Treating her stepson and stepdaughter like precious gems while being cruel to her biological daughter. Despicable!
• Moving on the document, he frowned and asked the bodyguard, “Is she really this much of an idiot?”
• The bodyguard nodded.
• “Check again.”
• When she spoke, she was clear and organized. Besides, Emmett had never seen an idiot who could rise up so fiercely and fight back against a man in that type of situation.
• Thinking of this, he lost his countenance and thrust the file he was holding into the bodyguard’s hands. “If you can’t give me accurate information then don’t bother coming back to me!”