Boss James, I'm back
The driver had a straightforward and sincere look. After a while, he sighed and said, "Miss, it's only been fifteen minutes, and you've said 'faster' thirty-five times already."
Emma gave a shy smile in response. "Sorry, I'm in a hurry..."
In a hurry to get back and make a baby!
If I'm late, my robot butler will go on strike!
Men tend to be patient with attractive women by nature. If the driver hadn't seen that Emma was a pretty young lady, he would have scolded her already. "Sorry, this is as fast as I can go. If you're really in that much of a rush, why not call the traffic bureau and ask them to send a helicopter for you?"
"Haha, Master, you really have a sense of humor." Emma laughed awkwardly, noticing the silence that followed.
She pursed her lips awkwardly.
Two seconds later, she suddenly gave a soft sob and cried out, "Master, there's no point in hiding it from you anymore..."
The driver's attention snapped to Emma, his eyes widening with curiosity.
"My husband...he's...clinging to his last breath, waiting for me!" Emma covered her face with both hands, crying sorrowfully.
The driver glanced at the destination on his app, looking puzzled. "He's at home, on his last breath? Not in the hospital?"
Emma: ...
Don't panic; she can still make something up.
Ah, no, she can still say...
Emma: "Master, there are some things you don't know. My husband makes a lot of money, and with that money, he often goes to some unsavory establishments. As a result, he caught..."
What kind of illness could leave a young man be left with just one breath?
Emma's brain spun rapidly.
The driver was hooked and quickly asked, "What illness is that?"
"Yes, yes, that illness!"
"Ah...that illness can't be cured, and the medical fees are expensive too..."
Emma sobbed loudly, "That's right! We sold our two homes just to pay for his treatment, but he still couldn't be cured. Our family doesn't have a penny left; we've borrowed all we can..." Master, the traffic light is green; drive first... So he can only stay at home, hanging on to his last breath."
After the driver got through the intersection, he exclaimed indignantly, "And you're still hurrying to see him!"
"Master, despite his unkindness, I can't abandon him..." He sent me a message asking if I ever loved him. I want to tell him in person..." Emma wept bitterly and mournfully.
The driver sighed softly, "It's rare to find such a devoted woman like you!"
"I just don't know if I'll get to see him one last time..." Emma continued weeping in the back seat, but was frantically chanting in her heart, "All the gods I'm casually lying to, don't take it seriously, I'm begging you to bless James with a long life of a hundred years using 0.001 years of my own lifespan."
Then she peeked at the driver through the gap between her fingers, covering her face.
"Fear not, your wish shall come to pass, as destined." The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, his gaze burning bright. "Buckle up and hold on tight; let's go!"
Emma beamed with joy and sat up eagerly.
The driver slammed the gas pedal down.
With a sudden "boom"...
The car...
Stalled.
Emma, who was just about to take off: ...
The driver, who was ready to show his skills,.
The driver: "Ahem, sorry about that; my car is getting old in years."
Emma: "No need to explain; I can see that."
"Your husband's last breath; you probably won't get to see it now."
"With this old clunker, you're more concerned about my husband?"
The driver asked, "Do you want to send him a message telling him if you ever loved him or not?"
Emma: ...I wasted 0.001 year coming up with this story!
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Emma took another taxi and rushed into the elevator when she reached the building.
Feeling the pressure, Emma checked the time, and it was exactly 10:00.
Exiting the elevator, she took out her keys and precisely inserted them into the lock.
With a "click," the door opened.
Emma threw down her handbag and panted, "Boss James, I'm back."
On the sofa in the living room, James sat leisurely with his tall, long-legged figure. Without even turning his head from the TV, James said to Emma, "It's one minute past ten; you're late."
Emma was still catching her breath. "I want to appeal! The first car I took broke down."
James glanced back at her with a raised eyebrow, speaking in a steady, businesslike tone. "I only look at results," he said, tapping his pen on the table for emphasis.
Emma couldn't swallow. She had the urge to point at James's nose and curse at him.
One minute late was unacceptable?
He didn't only look at the results; he was clearly putting pressure on her!
She took several deep breaths to suppress her temper before walking over with a smile. "Boss James, one minute isn't that big of a deal..."
"Human life is as short as a white colt's shadow passing a crack. Every second only comes once and is gone after—precious beyond compare," James turned his head back and calmly pressed the remote, changing the channel. He continued unhurriedly, "What's more, one minute—that's 60 precious seconds."
Emma gritted her teeth fiercely.
No matter how illogical, James could make it sound like the truth.
She was so angry that she could die.
But when she thought that it would be her child being able to arrogantly and logically talk back to the heavens and earth in the future, she came back to life!
My child, the price your mother has paid for you to have extraordinary genes is too great.
"This TV show is pretty good..." Emma walked over, deciding to watch TV with him first to get closer.
"It's a commercial right now." James's expression didn't change as he spoke.
Emma was rendered speechless immediately.
James was watching commercials too!
She took another step, about to sit down, when her skirt suddenly got caught on the coffee table.
Emma's expression shifted, and before she could react, she suddenly fell into James's arms.
Her face accidentally collided with his crotch.
James suppressed a muffled, agonized groan, the sound barely audible in the room, as he glanced down with a mixture of surprise and discomfort. From this angle, looking at her bowed head in his arms, his blood instantly boiled.
Emma internally cried out, frozen in place, afraid to make a move.
"Aren't you going to get up?" James's temple was jumping as he hoarsely hauled her by the nape of her neck to his side.
Emma's face turned crimson. She worriedly asked, "Sorry, Boss... I didn't break anything, did I?"
What if she had seriously injured him while he was not feeling well?
Wouldn't she have to compensate him for life?
She opened her eyes wide and craned her head to look over.
James got up and retreated back two steps, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He let out an amused laugh, "What are you looking at there?"
Was she set on stirring up trouble if she didn't tease him?
"Sorry, sorry." Emma quickly withdrew her gaze.
James's voice was slightly hoarse in his throat. "I don't need to unlock new ways to play for now. You don't have to be so proactive."
Emma's expression froze slightly. Her face flushed as she explained dryly, "I'm just hungry since I haven't eaten." I don't have much energy when walking."
She was too embarrassed to say that her skirt got caught.
That would sound too silly.
"Who have you been with these last few days that they don't even give you meals every time? Yet you still follow them around expectantly..."
James appeared to be casually complaining, not paying attention to her explanation. After speaking, James strolled towards the kitchen. "I'll make some simple late-night snacks."
He glanced back at her. "Go take a shower. You can eat after showering."
With James's height and long legs, after saying that, he took two or three steps and was already in the kitchen.
Emma watched his disappearance and suddenly realized... James, he's so considerate!
Was this the "top-tier husband material" that colleagues talked about?