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"SPOILED GIRL " SEASON 6, EPISODE 63"


SPOILED GIRL

 SEASON 6

EPISODE 63

(Why did you betrayed me)

Emily studied the green leaves outside, but her eyes caught a sight too searing to ignore.    

She turned around, subconsciously holding her breath. At first she saw nothing, as if it was just her imagination. 

   Looking again, she restrained a little hope from bubbling in her heart.    

She wished so much that the person who had been watching her was Jacob. 

   It was impossible for him to treat her like before, for he hated her too much to even bear the sight of her.    

When thinking about this, she became instantly depressed.    

She knew that he had returned, but she didn't dare to see him even though she longed to do so. His cold attitude was unbearable, despite her missing him mightily.  

What could she do?    

She had been standing too long in the same spot and her legs were going numb. Finally she took a few steps, as Bonnie passed by her ostentatiously. She left the heady aroma of perfume in her wake.  

  "Whoop." Emily choked and coughed.    Bonnie immediately rolled her eyes at her. She stopped to look Emily's plain dress up and down, then she said with a smug smile, "You look ugly in that simple dress."   

 It was impossible not to notice Bonnie's dress though.    

She was dressed in a pretty but revealing dress. Her white calves paraded in a pair of pearly high-heels. A light spring coat was draped over her shoulder.    

Long hair curled down on her back and she wore light make-up. She appeared pure and innocent, just liked a teenage girl out on a date with her sweetheart, "Hmm, you look pretty." Emily nodded lightly as if she didn't care about it, "I'd suggest though that you'd be better off not wearing such an obvious high end copy next time. It is easy to notice the difference."  

It took several seconds for Bonnie to grasp her meaning. Then she felt stripped naked by the comment and her face turned red rapidly, "You... You talk nonsense! I am too busy to talk to you!" 

   "Really? But I have something to talk about with you."    

"What?"   

 "The stuff in the laundry liquid..."   

 She had barely spoken before Bonnie quickly denied it. 

   "I didn't put vitriol in it! Don't blame me!"  

Emily's face turned cold, "I didn't say what was in the laundry liquid. How could you know it was vitriol? Bonnie, can you predict the future?"    

The maid opened her eyes wide and continued denying, but could not hide her guilty tone, "I had nothing to do with it! Why are you so blind? Who said you should be so shameless to wash Mr. Jacob's clothes anyway? You deserve it!"   

 "I deserve it?" she lifted her wounded hand. It was bound with gauze and blood stained the bandages, "I'll remember this."    

No one but Jacob and Beryl could make her flinch or be weak, and this maid did not intimidate her.   

 Bonnie couldn't help but shiver when she met her eyes. They were deep as ancient wells, and fraught with danger. 

Desperately she tried to avoid her gaze, "I don't want to talk more with you! Mr. Jacob asked me to come to his study!"

  She considered Emily as an effeminate woman, so she hadn't expected Emily could face her so bravely, or reprimand her so fiercely. The cold of her eyes reminded Bonnie of Mr. Jacob in an instant.    

She was afraid Emily would discover her being intimidated, so she left quickly without a backward glance. Stomping off on her high-heels, she ran like a monster was after her.    

She comforted herself that it didn't matter.    

Emily was just a woman who was no longer favored by Mr. Jacob. She could do nothing to her.    

Besides, Jacob would definitely be touched if he knew of her devotion to him. Bonnie thought that if only she could obtain his favor, and she would kick Emily to the curb. How simple it would be!    

Gaining confidence again, she was convinced that all her plans were about to come true. She was going to fly to heaven like the phoenix.  

Looking at Bonnie's retreating back and clenching her hands unconsciously, Emily flashed back to reality with the fresh pain from her open wounds.    

The study...the study...   

 Could everyone enter Jacob's study now?    

No, surely not!    

At least after she returned to this house, she saw that no-one could enter there, including her. Bonnie had somehow gotten Jacob's permission to enter his study though.   

 For some reason he treated her quite differently.    

Unable to bear it anymore she followed her.    

Bonnie walked very quickly with her slim waist twisting like a willow in the wind, while Emily followed behind in her soft slippers, stalking her soundlessly.  

Soon they arrived at the door of study.    The younger woman refined her make-up and tidied her clothes again. She knocked and asked in a sweet voice, "Sir, it's Bonnie. May I come in?"    

Emily wasn't near enough to hear what the person in the room said, but she saw that the smile on Bonnie's face grew even brighter. Distraught, Emily furrowed her brows and bit her lip.    

Waiting a moment, Bonnie pushed the door open, entered and shut it tightly behind her again.    

What were they doing... ...in the study alone?    

She shook her head so as not to think of the possibilities and the ambiguity, but she couldn't cheat herself.  

Her feet carried her to the door of their own accord.    

When she arrived at the door of study, she faintly heard a voice from inside.   

 "Ah... Mr. Jacob, please don't do this to me... hum.... You are so bad..."    

Shocked, she froze like a statue. Her body seemed to have turned to stone. 

   She couldn't believe what she had heard.    

The moaning coming from inside the study kept going on and on. Emily recognized Bonnie's pretentious voice. 

"Mr. Jacob... Ah! Hug me... Give me more... I want you..." Emily was actually familiar with this kind of noise, and she soon came to realize what was going on behind this closed door.    

She couldn't take it anymore. 

 She wanted to leave there, but she couldn't move. Her feet seemed to have become rooted to the spot. Powerlessly she had to listen to the sounds coming through the door. The more she heard, the greater the pressure in her chest grew.  

Eventually she couldn't even breathe.    She was about to faint!   

 It turned out that being betrayed was so painful!    

She wanted to scream and cry loudly to release her sorrow. All her strength seemed to have drained away though and she was unable to do anything.    

The sounds in the study was so clear that it kept invading her ears continuously, liked a magic spell. It strained her eardrums and frayed her nerves.    

With those clearly audible sounds, her heart was broken.    

It broke into a shattering of snowflakes and glass shards before finally raining down piece-by-piece and turning to powder.  

It hurt, it hurt.   

 Why did it hurt so much?   

 Why did you forget me? Why did you betray me?    

Why didn't you love me?   

 She didn't even have the courage to open the door, for she was afraid to witness the destruction of their love. 

Afraid that she couldn't hang on, she simply stood quivering in one place.  

  So pathetic!   

 Facing the onslaught of her giant mental attack she couldn't stand any longer, and her legs gave way. Shakily she slid down along the wall and sank in a crumpled heap on the cold floor.    

"Jacob..." she mumbled numbly as she suddenly heard someone's voice besides her.    

"Why are you sitting here?"  
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