Caged In Love

Emily chuckled and pulled her hand back. There seemed to be no fluctuation in Yammi's words.

"It doesn't matter. I'll have more opportunities in the future. Yammi, you should hurry up now."

Yammi's face suddenly changed. The staff around her all lowered their heads and pretended not to hear her. It's no wonder that Yammi's face was ugly. In recent years, the people around Eason Wills had changed. At that time, they might disappear in the entertainment circle in a twinkling of an eye. They were a little self-conscious and devoted themselves to serving him and reaping more benefits. No matter how many women changed, Emily was the only one who stayed with Eason Wills, Even if Eason Wills doesn't seem to care about her.

Yammi she turned away with a slight cold hum. Emily was not annoyed by her disrespect, and closed her eyes to continue to recall her lines.

The next scene is the performance in which Yammi's heroine loses control of her emotions after she knows that her best friend destroys her love.

However, Yammi really can't play the look of the heroine who can't believe it and is mixed with grief and pain in the rain. She has been playing for many times.

Emily's umbrella was thrown aside. It was so cold in the artificial rain that she had no choice but to ask the director to put forward her ideas.

The director looked at Emily in disbelief, but had no choice but to hesitate to agree. No one saw the dialogue between them.

When Yammi heard that the director had changed the part of the play, her eyes flashed with ecstasy. Standing opposite her, Emily felt a little funny. She gently rubbed her belly with one hand. When she got cold, it was very painful. She really had no strength to hold againstYammi.

"action!"

"action!"

"Yes, that woman is me!"

"Pa!" The heavy slap threw on Emily's face, which immediately became red and swollen.

Yammi also seemed to be frightened by the strength in her hands. She was stunned and forgot her lines.

"Yammi! What are you doing!" The director shouted angrily.

Yammi responded and hurriedly apologized.

"Sister Emily, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Emily licked the bloody sweetness of her mouth, frowned and shook her head lightly.

"It doesn't matter. Do it again!"

"Pa!" Another slap, so Yan's body shook again.

"Why did you become like this?" Yammi covers her chest and looks at Emily with grief. "You... You... Sorry, sorry, what's the next sentence?"

The director's face is already black and ugly. Even if outsiders see that Yammi is a popular person around Eason Wills, she is a veteran in the entertainment circle. Emily, no matter how good tempered she is, can't treat her like this.

However, when the director wanted to stop , she was stopped by Emily's eyes. He immediately understood and considered again.

"Pa..."

"Why did you become like this? You are my best friend! I'm sorry, director. I don't feel the right mood about this."

"Pa..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sister Emily. My nails are too long and I've scratched your face."

"Pa..."

Emily didn't count how many slaps she got on her face. Until her cheeks became numb, Yammi finished her lines.

Emily shook her body and watched Yammi get into the nanny car surrounded by the staff. However, a meaningful smile came out from the corner of her mouth. She gently lowered her eyelids and looked like she had been bullied. The assistant rushed up and put ice on her. The director also came to check her wound.

"Tell..." why? After all, the director did not say what he said. It is generally acknowledged in the circle that Emily has a good temper. The director received a lot of benefits from Emily when she was not well-known. Now, he has mixed feelings when she looks like this.

"I have my own considerations. You can rest assured that it will not affect you." Emily's lips hurt when she spoke, and her speech was a little vague. Emily didn't say this to make people feel relieved. If anyone knew her, she was never the one who couldn't fight back. It was just that the time had not come.

The director sighed and left. Emily changed into dry clothes, and her face was covered with ice all the time, but she still couldn't meet others..

Back at the villa, Emily told her assistant and servant not to talk much, so she went upstairs alone. She took a hot bath, drank the ginger soup,she did not eat, and went to bed early.

Her cheek ached, and she thought vaguely that she had an excuse to have a good rest for a few days.

The door of the bedroom was suddenly opened, and Emily was immediately awakened from her shallow sleep. In the dark, she saw the familiar figure. Her tall body was tired and lying on the bed and took her into her arms. She was relieved.

Emily was surprised. Eason Wills would not stay with her for two nights in a row, but she was so dizzy that she didn't think about it. She curled up in his arms.

Emily rarely wakes up naturally after sleeping. She doesn't know who has pulled the curtain. The sun is all over the ground. She opens her eyes in a daze, but she is startled by the movement of someone turning over behind her.

Eason Wills gently touched Emily's hair. The soft and cool feeling was very good. He could not help but take the woman in his arms and kiss her forehead.

As usual, this move was very useful. Emily rubbed his chin like a cat. But today, Emily did not move at all.

.

Eason Wills turned Emily over to face him, but his eyes narrowed when he saw the purple marks on Emily's face.

"What's the matter?"

Emily's eyes drooped. She didn't expect that Eason Wills would come last night. Then the traces on her face immediately seemed to show off. This effect was not what she wanted.

"I just shot a scene yesterday."

"Who slapped you?"

"... Yammi."

As expected, Eason Wills looked at her without saying anything, and naturally he would think more about it. The injury on Emily's face was too obvious. She gave the Yammiding role to Yammi only yesterday. Today, Emily was pitifully injured by Yammi. If it was not a bitter trick for grabbing the role, it would be a coincidence.

However, when he saw Emily's gentle face with drooping eyebrows, he immediately dispelled his doubts. After all, Emily could not know whether he would stay here last night. It was just a whim.

He gently touched the scar on Emily's face, and her slight evasion made his heart soft.

"Don't worry. I'll deal with Yammi. No one can bully you." He gently took Emily into his arms and gently touched the bruises on her face. "I'll accompany you to the hospital.