Chapter 8 Chapter 8

Dennis took a look at Emmie who was still glancing at him. It was all her fault for looking so adorable.

"Let's go."

Emmie felt much better now. At least she could see better; she followed him and got in the car.

"Where are we going? We're not going back home, are we?"

"Why didn't you answer my call this morning?" asked Dennis.

"Huh?"

She had indeed missed a phone call this morning, but later she found out that it was an unfamiliar phone number, and hence she did not return the call.

"You are the one who called? Why did you call me? No, wait. How did you know my phone number?"

Since the day they got married, they hadn't seen each other again. How did he get her number?

"It's 28th today," he answered.

Emmie was reminded about that unfair agreement. "I will go."

"How are you going to explain yourself to that old man later?" Dennis asked.

From the rearview mirror, Emmie could see her own red eyes. "Allergy."

She didn't know what other excuses she could provide. She couldn't just tell the truth, could she?

Dennis gave a cold glance at her.

He seriously suspected that Emmie was not as smart as he thought she should be.

In the Scott House.

When Master Scott saw Emmie's eyes, he immediately reprimanded Dennis.

"Hey, old man, is your blood pressure better controlled lately?"

"It's only been a few days since Emmie got married to you. Look at what you've done to her!"

Looking at Emmie's innocent face, Dennis rebuked, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Master Scott, he didn't do anything to me," whispered Emmie.

"That's it?" asked Dennis.

"What else should I say?"

Emmie wore an indifferent look as if she was being threatened to purposely put in a good word for him.

It was the first time that Dennis met such a scheming girl. With that, he decided that he must divorce her as soon as possible.

Master Scott told them to sit down.

"Isn't this supposed to be a family dinner? Where are the others?" Dennis asked.

The dishes had been served on the table, but there were only three of them. Apparently, no one else would be coming today.

"Your mom has something urgent to attend to. Your uncle's family has gone abroad and is not back yet. What are you waiting for? Sit down. Emmie, do you like the food? I'll ask the kitchen to get something else for you if the food is not to your liking."

The tableware placed on the table was for steak. Emmie frowned, "I don't eat red meat."

Master Scott told the kitchen to change her food to grilled fish.

Dennis sat on the left side of the main seat. "Hey old man, I haven't seen you being so kind when I was young. Or, is she perhaps your biological granddaughter?"

"That's what I hope! If that's the case, then at least I won't die of anger because of you," Master Scott hissed.

"What a picky eater, no wonder you're so skinny," commented Dennis sarcastically.

Emmie said, "Hmph, at least I'm in good health."

Dennis suddenly realized that even though Emmie might appear to be docile and respectful on the surface, she was actually a quite prideful, headstrong person.

Master Scott replied, "Don't worry about him. This is the first meal you have after you've been married to our family. It's a simple meal. I'll hold a wedding for you later. Don't worry, I won't allow anyone to lay so much as a finger on you."

"Master Scott, don't worry about it. We don't have to rush the wedding."

"Okay, sure. Whatever you wish my dear. I must have become senile that I forgot I should give you some time to get used to this new chapter of your life. Let's not talk about this topic. Let's dig in."

After a while, Master Scott asked, "Have you returned to the Bailey family in the past few days? The marriage between you and Dennis–"

"They don't know yet. I didn't tell them," interjected Emmie.

"He's still your father, after all. Dennis, you will bring her back to the Bailey family tomorrow."

"Master Scott–"

"Alright. You can stay here tonight. It is not far from here to the Bailey family."

Dennis replied, "But, I need to go to the company later."

"Don't even think about running away." Master Scott glared at Dennis.

Dennis swirled the wine in his glass, seemingly in deep thought.

Emmie, on the other hand, felt as if the food had lost its taste completely as she chewed and savored the grilled fish.