Chapter 006: Has Your Wife Also Slept with My Husband?

William Turner approached upon hearing the commotion, only to discover Emily Thompson lying on the floor with closed eyes at the entrance.

His handsome brow furrowed slightly as he immediately stooped to lift the woman up, calling out with a concerned tone, "Madam, what's the matter?"

In her drunken stupor, Emily Thompson paid no heed to him. Instead, she lazily shifted position and murmured contentedly.

A myriad of emotions flickered through William Turner's eagle-like gaze, then his brows furrowed deeper as he detected the scent of alcohol emanating from Emily Thompson.

No wonder she had been so audacious earlier, stripping off her clothes without a care. It seemed she had imbibed too much, clouding her judgment!

With a deep sigh, William Turner bent down to lift the inebriated woman from the floor, intending to place her on the bed. However, to his astonishment, Emily Thompson promptly leaned into his arms and proceeded to soil him!

The acrid smell permeating his suit infuriated him. For a man with severe cleanliness habits, Emily Thompson's behavior was utterly intolerable. Despite his urge to toss her out, William Turner suppressed the impulse.

He had no intention of subjecting her to his bed in her current state. She had already dirtied his clothes; he couldn't risk sullying his bed as well!

With a swift movement, he carried Emily Thompson into the bathroom and deposited her into the filled bathtub. Without another word, he exited the room, unable to endure the stench clinging to his clothes any longer.

After changing into fresh attire, William Turner hesitated but eventually returned to the bathroom. To his surprise, Emily Thompson had undergone a transformation.

Completely intoxicated, Emily Thompson's actions were purely instinctual. She felt the warm water enveloping her and, feeling overheated, leaned against the bathtub's edge, unconsciously beginning to remove her clothes...

"It's so hot..."

Her lightly parted crimson lips exuded a seductive allure, while her half-lidded eyes seemed to possess an enchanting charm...

With a resounding thud, William Turner felt as though his mind had exploded. He wanted to avert his gaze, yet it seemed glued to the bewitching woman before him. Try as he might, he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Taking a decisive step forward, he approached, just as Emily Thompson shifted position and nearly toppled from the bathtub. In her panic, she instinctively clung to William Turner's thigh.

"Who are you?" She raised her head, squinting at him like an innocent child.

Bending down, William Turner lifted her half-dangling body into his arms, paying no mind to the water splashing onto his freshly changed clothes. He gazed into her eyes with an intensity that belied his inner turmoil.

"You're quite handsome..." Emily Thompson giggled softly, her cherry-red lips tantalizingly inviting.

William Turner's thin lips remained sensual and beguiling, but he uttered not a word, nor did he glance again at her captivating visage. He continued walking, his profound gaze now ignited with a fervent flame.

With every step, he couldn't shake the thought of devouring her, especially seeing her alluring like a fox spirit!

Glancing down at his body's unwelcome reaction, William Turner cursed under his breath before tossing the woman onto the bed.

The next day, upon awakening, Emily Thompson realized she was completely naked. Thankfully, when she lifted the covers, she found no trace of blood on the sheets.

She was still a virgin; if that man had taken advantage of her last night, there would surely be bloodstains, yet she felt no discomfort between her legs.

"It seems that dangerous man last night is, after all, a gentleman who didn't take advantage of me." Emily Thompson muttered to herself before hastily dressing and leaving the room.

Upon realizing the dangerous man was nowhere to be found in the hotel room, she hurriedly fled.

However, as she made her way, a van suddenly pulled up beside her. Before she could react, the van's door swung open, and she was forcefully dragged inside.

"Hey..." She barely managed to utter a word before a foul-smelling sock was stuffed into her mouth, followed by a noxious odor that made her head spin, and she blacked out.

When she came to, she found herself kidnapped!!!

Her hands and feet were bound to a chair, and as she gazed upon the figure standing before her, she was momentarily stunned.

Wasn't this person her subordinate, the husband of the woman who had spent the night with her husband at the hotel?

As she had seen him several times delivering food to his wife at the office, Emily Thompson recognized him as James Anderson.

But she hadn't expected to be kidnapped by him today!

"Why did you kidnap me?" Emily Thompson tried to keep her tone calm.

James Anderson picked up a nearby notebook, snorted coldly, and said, "Listen carefully. See what your husband did to my wife!!! These are her diaries, detailing her affairs with your husband!"

"Falling for you, I learned the bitterness of longing, the pain of separation, and the torment of jealousy. Watching you by her side, witnessing your tacit cooperation, my heart feels like it's being seared by a scalding iron every moment."

"This was the happiest and most satisfying night in twenty-one years. Lying beside the man I longed for, watching his handsome sleeping profile, I felt a satisfaction I had never experienced before. Happiness filled my body and mind like wonderful bubbles, and in that moment, I wished for everything to be eternal..."

"I love him, willing to pay any price as long as I can stay by Benjamin Mitchell's side."

...

Emily Thompson's hands trembled as she listened quietly, but the veins bulging on her bound hands betrayed the anger in her heart.

She had always known Benjamin Mitchell kept numerous mistresses, but hearing the longing and love for him in the mistresses' diaries left her feeling deeply frustrated. Yet she couldn't find the words to express it, her chest heaving with suppressed emotions.

After James Anderson finished reading the diary, he angrily slammed it against Emily Thompson's shoulder, his eyes glaring fiercely at her.

Since Emily Thompson remained silent, he couldn't contain his agitation any longer and shouted, "Emily Thompson, are you deaf? Can't you hear what I'm reading? Are you still his wife or not?"

Head bowed, Emily Thompson still didn't speak, but beneath the sparse light above, she glanced at the scattered pages of the diary.

A photo slipped from the pages and landed on the ground nearby—

A sweet-faced girl nestled in the man's arms, her bright eyes gazing into the camera, while the man's eyes were closed, his narrowed gaze exuding laziness. The girl's neck bore ambiguous kiss marks, and they were both covered by a shared thin blanket. Her slender, fair legs extended from beneath the blanket, entwining with his long, shapely legs in an intimate embrace.

Emily Thompson's gaze darkened slightly, a fleeting wave of indiscernible emotions passing through her eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

"Your husband slept with my woman!" James Anderson spoke first, attempting to make Emily Thompson face this fact!

"Your woman, hasn't she also lain with my man?" Emily Thompson tugged at the corners of her mouth, tilting her head back to James Anderson with a faint smile playing upon her lips.