Chapter 149 Emma

• Emma
• Two times I had grabbed onto Markous’ arm to stop him from losing his temper. In the past, this was all I had to do to get him to calm down. Every time I did this, it appeared as if Markous would redirect his wrath at me, yet never had he hit me in front of others. I was his golden girl. The eye catcher was in his arms. He thrived off others noticing him shining. The image was everything to him. As long as I did not make a fool out of myself and allowed Markous to get all of the praise and lime light. I was safe!
• Besides, Markous would never mark up my face … my looks were everything to him!