Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 6

Emma impatiently walked over and yanked the door open, blocking the entrance with her body as she glared at Evan in annoyance. "What the hell do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Evan repeated the question in disbelief, then let out a low laugh. "Weren't you the one begging me to come back yesterday? And now you're asking what I want?"

He looked at her with a mocking expression. "What's this? A new game, Mrs. Cooper? Playing hard to get?"

Emma stared at him coldly, saying nothing.

Evan just smiled nonchalantly. "Fine. If it's a new game, I'll bite. What's next? Are we taking this to the bedroom?"

Shameless bastard. The nerve.

Just as Emma was about to scowl and lash out, a sharp, piercing pain shot through her knee, like countless tiny needles were stabbing her. Her face instantly went pale, and the words on the tip of her tongue died in her throat.

She let go of the doorknob and, forcing herself to endure the discomfort, slowly walked back to the nightstand.

With trembling hands, she fumbled open the pill box, grabbing a handful of colorful prescription pills. She took her glass and swallowed them all in one go with cold water.

By then, Evan had already walked into the room.

He was still a bit annoyed and had intended to keep arguing, but seeing how awful Emma looked and that she had just taken some medicine, he asked, "Are you actually sick?"

"Yeah, caught a cold with the temperature drop."

Having no energy left to fight with him, Emma coolly set down her glass, pulled back the covers, and lay down on the bed.

"Oh. Stay warm, then."

Evan rubbed his nose, then awkwardly walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down beside her.

After he turned off the last wall lamp, the room plunged into darkness.

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