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"SPOILED GIRL" SEASON 5, EPISODE 33"


SPOILED GIRL

Season 5

Episode 33

(Jacob is that you)


Hearing this, a flash of hatred swept across Emily's eyes. It was not the first time for Jack to force her into doing something she was unwilling to do. In her mind, he could not be called human, but was rather something inferior to beasts.


"What are you doing with so many scissors?" Asked Magee. His words drew her out of her reverie.


Mindfully she explained, "I've heard that if you bury scissors near the river where a person went missing, you'll find him within three days, so I want to give it a try."


Though he had never heard of this, he didn't laugh at her. He nodded in agreement, "Maybe it works. It's hard to say."


Under the circumstances, he understood how Emily felt, and would not pour cold water on her hopes.



Anyway, there was nothing to lose in trying.


"But, it's not necessarily within three days that you would find him. Jacob may be far away from us. He needs time to come back, so you may have to wait for him a little longer."


Listening carefully to him, and a little warmth flared at the bottom of her exhausted heart. She knew that he was telling her not to lose heart, even if she could not find Jacob in three days.


"Yes, I know. Thank you."


"You are going to bury them now? Let me help you."


"Okay." They walked around the river bank, and trampled about to find the softest place. She pointed her toes to a place, and said, "Let's bury them here. I heard that the deeper you bury them, the better the effect."



He randomly selected a strong branch. Then he went to the place Emily had pointed out and squatted down to dig a hole.


They dug together until the sand pit was half a meter deep, then placed the scissors inside, covered it over again. Finally, they stepped on the excavation with their feet.


Emily did not know whether such a method would work, but she was hoping for a miracle.


"Thank you, Mr. Lin." She went to the riverside and washed her hands. Looking up at Magee, who leaned against a big stone waiting for her, she asked, "Do you need me to send you back?"


"No." He refused her. "You go back first," he said with a casual expression on his face.


Hearing this, Emily did not insist. She nodded, "Okay, I shall always remember everything you did for me. If you need anything in the future, you can ask it of me at any time."



If it were not for Magee's timely intercession, Jack would have successfully forced himself on her. The bastard!


Responding with a non-committal "Um", he watched her turn and walk away until she got into her car.


A favor was always welcome, but ... Could any requirements be satisfied? Alone now, Magee let out an unidentified laugh which seemed to contain a trace of irony, but this soon disappeared behind his usual masked emotions.


...


That evening, Emily did not sleep well. Perhaps it was due to the bad fright that Jack had given her during the day. She replayed the traumatic scene over and over in her dreams.



"Go away! Jack, you bastard!" Screaming she woke up from her dream, covered with a cold sweat, and a slight ache in her stomach.


"Thump, thump, thump." Came a knocking at the door and the maid inquired softly, "Madam, are you okay? Is there anything wrong?"


She gasped a deep breath, and switched on the lamp, replying, "Nothing, you don't need to come without being called." "Okay, Madam."


The maid's footsteps fading away, Emily lay back again, but she could not fall asleep. She tossed and turned all night, and sleep came with great difficulty.


The next morning, when Emily got up, she had dark rimmed eyes, and her face was pale. She looked haggardly.


Sam did not know what had happened the day before, because Emily had chosen not to tell him. He thought that it was because she worried too much about Jacob, and he feared her health was suffering. Concerned, he summoned the doctor.



Emily did not refuse. She was also worried about the impact of her fragile emotional state on her baby, she had after all experienced a great fright yesterday.


Fortunately, after a thorough inspection, the doctor assured her that everything was all right, which relieved everyone.


As for the problem of insomnia, the doctor prescribed her some soothing incense. That night, Emily was finally able to fall asleep.


It was midnight, and the most sleepy time for everyone.


Nobody noticed that a black figure avoided the rounds of inspection by the guards, and slipped into Tyrone Mansion.


In the master bedroom, Emily was having a sound sleep in her big, soft bed. She had unconsciously curled up like a baby in her sleep. The fetal position indicated her extreme insecurity.



The black figure crawled into the room from the window without a sound. Step by step, he tiptoed to Emily's bed, and gazed at her face in the dim light.


"Emily..." The black figure sighed in a low voice, as if afraid of waking her up with an obscure voice.


A frown creased her brow, as if she had dreamed of something bad. She clearly was not sleeping very well, but did not awaken.


The man couldn't help stroking her brow, trying to smooth her worry wrinkles out. His heart was a trembling beast, soft, and full of love, but dangerous.


Gradually her breathing became even, and she fell into a sound sleep again. The man gazed at Emily quietly, then bent over and sealed her brow with a gentle kiss. It was as light as a feather falling.



In her dream, she felt the familiar breath of a man. At this moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, and saw a blurred figure above her. Instantly she was alert and demanded, "Who are you?"


In the extremely dim light, Emily could not see the man's face clearly. But she was sure that he must be someone she knew. She was confused. She trembled fearfully and called out the name she had been thinking about day and night, "Jacob, is that you?"


As she spoke the man suddenly took her into a tight embrace, holding her so tightly as to rub her into his very bones. It was an act of passion filled with unreconciled longing and anger.


Locked in his arms, she was almost unable to breathe. She struggled desperately, and a gust of panic surged into her heart. She gasped, "Let me go! You let me go at once! I am sure you are not Jacob!"



As if he hadn't heard any of her protests, the man tightened his grip. She fought back, biting hard into his shoulder, and drawing blood through his thin clothes.


"Hiss..." he gasped in pain. The man couldn't help taking a deep breath, and loosening his hold. Emily squirmed from his grasp like a fish off the hook, with a loud 'click' she turned on the light.


The room was suddenly revealed in the brightness. When she saw the man's face clearly, her pupils tightened in anger and fear, "Jack!" she exclaimed. "Why are you here? What on earth are you planning on doing here?"


"I'm sorry, Emily." Jack's face was regretful and he said guiltily, "I've come to apologize to you."


He tried to approach Emily, but she scrambled backward, alert and weary, like a trembling rabbit.



"You come to my room at midnight to apologize?" she asked incredulously.


Totally unconvinced, she regarded Jack with the same frightened look which prey animals reserved for predatory beasts, "No matter how you got in here, just get out of here immediately!"
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