However, she still nodded her head, "All right, I was wrong."
"You know you're wrong?" He pouted, looking displeased.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Hm~"
Emma Smith looked at Robert Thomson's slightly furrowed brows, gradually relaxing, and knew that she was accepted once again. The anxiety she felt just now had subsided.
Robert held her in his arms, squinting at the woman in his embrace. Her modest and submissive demeanor and her apology pleased him, but what he enjoyed even more was the sensual writhing of her body against his.
Lowering his head, his forehead pressed against hers, he suddenly thought of what Christopher Wilson had said about her wanting her mother to attend their engagement ceremony, and he asked, "Your mother... "
Emma glanced at him, and Robert asked, "What kind of person is your mother?"
"My mother?" Emma thought for a moment before replying, "My mother is a middle school teacher, teaching Chinese. Why do you ask?"
"Your relationship with her..."