Chapter 11 Why Are Y*u Bleeding?

"You are making trouble out of nothing."

Emma thought they would know that they had made a mistake after the test.

"I'm making trouble out of nothing? Emma Spears, if you like to play it this way, I'm in!"

Kevin growled in a great rage, pinching her chin fiercely like he was trying to smash it.

Why did he have a feeling that the woman looked beautiful when she was angry?

"You rascal, didn't you say that you wouldn't touch me again?"

Was he an edeomania or something?

"But you are seducing me." Kevin put the blame on her.

"I'm not."

"A profligate heart matches with such a pure face. Isn't it enough to call it seduction?" Kevin said it with ridicule, but his eyes staring at her were stained with a dark color of desire. He lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Emma had never known anyone as shameless as he was. He was the one with dirty thoughts, but he blamed her for that. She didn't realize that until she froze for a second, and then her hatred toward him could not help but surge.

Looking at Kevin's approaching face, Emma suddenly turned her head, biting on his neck with all her remaining strength, and kept it that way.

Her teeth bit into his skin deeply.

This was her last fight.

"Uh--"

With a whine of pain, he pushed her head arbitrarily, stretched his hand to cover his neck. When he finally spread his hand, there was bright red blood in his palm.

She really bit him hard.

"You..."

Kevin was about to scold, but he found her fainted in the polygraph chair. Thanks to his ruthless push, her head knocked on the flat-screen display.

Such a push was enough to make her dizzy.

She was more fragile than a cup.

Kevin raised his hand, intending to slap her. But her tears were dripping from her closed eyes even when she was comatose, so fragile and pitiful.

She didn't seem like fictitious at all.

The anger in Kevin's eyes suddenly disappeared. With his hand stopped in the air, he felt like his heart was hit by something, and then a fuzzy feeling came up.

"Master, why are you bleeding?"

Jacob walked in from the outside. As soon as he saw the blood on Kevin's neck, he immediately screamed with anxiety, "I'll go get the medicine kit immediately."

"That can wait."

He had to deal with his lust first.

Kevin said coldly, holding Emma sideways from the polygraph chair and walking towards his bedroom, lowering his head to kiss her lips while walking.

The sweetness on her lips was even sweeter than that of the spring. He didn't tell her about that.

It hurt.

It hurt like hell.

Emma woke up from the bed, a beam of sunlight shining through the large windows, illuminating the large European-style decoration bedroom. The purple floor-length tent was added a trace of softness.

"Miss Spears, you finally woke up."

Jacob stood aside politely and greeted her with a smile as soon as she opened her eyes.

Emma did not reply, sitting up from the bed in silence, tired and cold.

She looked at this unfamiliar room, knowing it was the Imperial Castle of Kevin. She remembered a lot: when she was too hot to keep conscious; when Kevin forced her to bear the pouring cold water in the sauna room and she finally lost all her strength; when she was questioned in the polygraph chair, hit her head and fainted in the end.

Kevin Jackson.

The devil.

How did she meet such a person?

"Miss Spears, do you need something to eat? There are 36 chefs from all over the world in the kitchen to satisfy different flavors. Anything you want, just name it." Jacob said.

"When can you let me go?" Emma leaned against the back of the bed, her face pale, her voice slightly hoarse, and her eyes desperate.