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(You will kneel down and beg me)

Midnight in Tyrone Mansion.   

 The villa was quiet when Jacob returned reeking powerfully of alcohol. He was however not drunk, but quite sober.    

"You are back." His ears recognized the gentle voice, and he felt some tiredness at the unanticipated late-night presence.    
He frowned as he turned and saw Emily carefully carrying a pot of hot soup from the kitchen.    

"I did not hire you as my cook. Are the maids all dead?" he scolded.    

'What if she gets burnt by the hot pot?    Doesn't she remember that her hand is still injured? Is she so simple minded that she'd add new scars to her body? Such a twerp!' he mentally cursed her.  

Stepping forward he took the still-boiling pot from her and asked in a resigned tone, "Where does it go?"   

 She paused for a moment then answered gently, "Put it on the table please."  

  Walking to the table he set it down with a loud thump. "It's late already. Why aren't you asleep with Beryl? Why are you making soup at this time of the night?" he asked in disgruntlement.    

Lowering her eyes, she spoke in a low voice, "I made it for you."   

 He stared at her for a long while then replied with raw arrogance, "What do you want in exchange? Spell it out. But if you still want something ridiculous, like love, just save it."  

  Her expression remained unperturbed, but she shook her head and said, "I don't want anything. Try some please. It will help you sober up."  

He sensed that something had changed in her, but what it was he couldn't even guess at. Turning his attention to the pot he lifted the lid and a delicious aroma wafted out from the bubbling liquid. 

Watching the contents he hesitated.    She laughed upon seeing his suspicious mind at work. Ladling a bowl of the soup she drank some. "I'm not such a vicious person that I would poison your soup,"  she said.    

Suddenly, he caught her hand and pulled her into his arms, giving her a deep kiss.   
 "There. I tried it. Tastes delicious,"  he said with smile.    

She did not react or reply, as if she was now completely used to his taking advantage of her.    

He wanted to say more, but was distracted as he noticed the newspaper on the table. The title screamed in large and bold print-  

Mr. Jacob of the Gu Consortium and Miss. Jennifer of the Jiang Family Showed up Together in Hospital with Bodyguards. Miss. Jennifer Seemed to be Pregnant!    

He suddenly felt nervous for absolutely no reason. 'Had Emily read this newspaper?    

She probably did as she is not blind. The title is so obvious!' he worried.   

 He felt that it wasn't really her business and therefore it was unnecessary for her to know about it, so he didn't tell her anything. But now Emily found out about it on her own.    

Strangely, he somehow felt guilty, as if he had been caught doing something bad.    His inexplicable feelings confused him.    'Why would I feel guilty?  

 Besides, she is not my wife. She just gave me a beautiful daughter. That's all! She means nothing to me!  

I should not feel guilty! Anyway, I did not do as the news reported, ' he tried to convince himself.   

 However, as his eyes moved from her voluminous ebony eyes, he felt an even bigger sense of shame.    

Watching his handsome face, she struggled to suppress her love for him. There was so little time that remained.    Eight days, to be exact.   

 If only she knew what would happen in eight days' time.    

All that she could do was to wait and cherish their time together. How desperately she hoped that Sean had been lying to her.  

  However, she knew Sean, and the odds were likely against her hopes.   

 Those odds were the same as those that Jacob would fall in love with her again in eight days time. They were impossible.  

'I tried. I really did, but I just couldn't make him love me.    

Now, he still doesn't love me. Instead, he has begun to hate me. He even treats me as a disposable pet or lover.   

 Should I give up now?   

 No! I won't!    I will never give up. Not until the very last minute!' she decided.  

  "What are you thinking?" he asked, noticing her absentmindedness.    "Nothing,"  she replied, snapping back to reality.   

 He stared closely at her, looking deep into her eyes and searching for some clue as to her intentions. "What do you want to say to me?" he asked.   

 His unwavering gaze left her feeling awkward and intimidated. She swallowed and paused to collect her thoughts before answering, "Don't let the soup go cold. Please have some soup."  

"Anything else?" he frowned.   

 "Nothing else,"  she zipped her lips.    

"Nothing else?" He didn't accept her distant answer though and catching her hand asked again, "I thought you wanted to ask me something." When she yelped in pain he released her hand though.    Her eyes darkened and she spoke in a low voice, barely a whisper, "I don't have the right to ask, do I?"

    He heard her softly spoken words and they struck him like hammer blows to his heart.   

 Again, as with all things related to Emily, he felt angry all of a sudden and without any real reason.    

He was angry that she valued herself so little. However, he forgot that he was the one who was constantly reminding her that she was nothing to him...  

"I give you the right,"  he spoke the words like an order, and his tone was serious.    She could feel his anger.   

 But she could not figure out the reason for it.   

 "I don't have any questions to ask,"  she said, not wanting to trigger his rage.    His face darkened though and he asked again, seeking her compliance, "Really?" 

   'Don't you care about the relationship between me and Jennifer? You said that you loved me. Is that real?    

If so, how could you be so calm after reading the news!' he yelled at her in his tumultuous mind.    

She was speechless, "... No, I don't have any questions to ask."    

He turned to leave then, disappointed and angry and confused by his raging emotions.  

She was quite puzzled. 'Is there anything wrong? What on earth does him want me to ask?' she thought bitterly.    

For the first time, she felt that she did not know him at all. He used to love her and care about her so much, and would never have had a tantrum like this.   

 All of sudden, she did not know what to do.   

 'Should I go to soothe him?    

Will it make things even worse?   

 I'd better leave him alone for a while, ' she considered.    

Finally, she chose not to follow him. What she could not know was that he walked extremely slowly in the hope that she would follow him and soothe his raw emotions.  

'Three seconds. Within three seconds, if you come to apologize, I will forgive you. We can end the cold war we've been fighting, ' he promised himself.   

 One, two, three...    

Three seconds passed but she did not follow him. And hope was replaced by anger.    

'It's okay. It's okay. She always walks slowly.    

I don't mind waiting for a little bit longer. But I will not wait for too long. Emily, you'd better come to me as soon as possible!' He grew desperate now, and could not comfort himself in her absence.    

One, two, three... Three minutes passed.    Still there was no apology from her. Helplessly he turned back to find her. 

However, she had returned to the kitchen with the rest of the soup.    

At this moment, he finally knew what "wishful thinking" meant as she did not want to apologize at all! 'Fine! Fine! Fine! Damn it!' his mind screamed.  

He forged up the stairs with loud thumping steps, knocking over the vase atop the landing and breaking it in his wake.  

  'I will never be so stupid again. I won't give in to wishful thinking again!  

Emily, you will kneel down by my feet and beg me one day!' he screamed into his mind. 


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