You smell good

It was indeed a sea of flowers.

Emma dismissed her servant and wandered aimlessly.

It was midsummer, the sun was shining, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

She bent down and touched the delicate gardenia flowers in front of her. The petals were soft and exuded a fresh, natural fragrance, which was very beautiful.

Looking at all this, it made people feel relaxed and happy.

Until a tall figure stood in front of her, blocking the sunlight.

Emma looked up and saw William, whose face didn't look good.

The first thing he said was, "Are you going to break off the engagement?"

"..."

What was with this accusatory tone?

Emma stood up and responded with a sarcastic smile, "What's wrong? Young Master Taylor doesn't seem pleased?"

"I couldn't be more delighted" William blurted out.

But he still wanted to ask what was going on between Emma and Elijah. The scene of Elijah holding her waist and getting into the car together at the backstage door kept flashing in William's mind.

Even though he never liked Emma, she was still his fiancée in name, and it was inappropriate for her to hug and cuddle with other men.

But before he could ask, Emma dismissed him like a dog, saying, "Alright, you can leave now, nothing to see here."

"William: '...'"

William almost choked on his own blood, feeling infuriated.

"This is my home!"

"Oh."

Emma turned around and left, walking away with ease. The estate was so large that it was not difficult to find a place where William couldn't see her.

She was so nonchalant, but William was even more angry!

The old Emma never dared to show him a bad attitude. Every time he left, she would follow him, calling out, "Brother William, wait for me, wait for me!" with a pitiful voice.

He never looked back.

But since the day before yesterday, she had never stuck to him like a piece of gum again. There was no longer the joyful light in her eyes when she looked at him, only mockery, sarcasm, and... hatred.

Did she hate him so much?

William stood still, watching Emma leave.

Under the scorching sun, the girl's figure was graceful and noble, exuding laziness and elegance. With every smile and frown, the world lost its color. Even if the flowers in the garden were in full bloom, they couldn't compare to her when she stood there quietly.

Breaking free from his past disgust and prejudice, William had to admit that Emma was indeed very beautiful.

But...

He didn't like her.

Let's just call off this marriage.

William turned around and left in the opposite direction. However, just as he left, a thirteen-year-old girl emerged from the flowers.

Watching her elder brother's departing figure, Emily chased after Emma in the same direction.

Soon, she stood before Emma, her head held high as she shouted, "Stop right there!"

"What's the matter?" Emma glanced at the little girl with impatience.

She was William's younger sister and extremely troublesome. She always spoke in a condescending tone, no matter who she was talking to. Emma had to please not only Mrs. Taylor but also Emily when she was not thinking clearly. Emily had even made her learn how to bark like a dog.

Thinking of the past, Emma's lips curved into a mysterious smile.

The next second, the troublesome little girl spoke in her usual tone, hands on hips, "Hey, what did you say to my brother just now? Let me tell you, if you want to enter the Taylor Family, you have to pass my test first!"

"And then?" Emma chuckled, her tone casual.

Emily thought Emma was surrendering and immediately became more aggressive, "Can't you see my shoelace is loose? Hurry up and knee down to tie it for me! Otherwise... hmph, I'll tell my brother that you hit me! You'll see what happens to you in the future..."

"Smack!"

Before the words were finished, a crisp and loud slap sounded.

Emily was stunned and immediately burst into tears, shouting for someone to come.

Emma thought that Emily would be scared, but she remained calm, with a cold and sharp gaze.

"You're young, so I won't hold it against you, but if you continue to be so arrogant in the future, one day someone will sew up your annoying mouth..."

Without a good beating, one wouldn't know their own strength.

After the warning, Emma left.

Perhaps it was her bad luck, but she got lost in the low building of the estate and then saw a man and a woman engaged in love-making in a room...

Emma was stunned.

Because the man was none other than William's father, Mason!

No wonder she couldn't find him in the front hall. He was here...

This low building seemed to be where the maids lived. Doing this kind of thing under Mrs. Taylor's nose would be a disaster if they were caught!

Especially since she happened to stumble upon it!

Emma instinctively stepped back. Her first thought was to leave.

She had come to break off the engagement. If she was found out, she wouldn't be able to break it off!

As luck would have it, as Emma turned around but she accidentally bumped into a flowerpot at her feet, making a clear bang!

"Who?"

Mason heard the noise and grabbed his coat before rushing out.

It's over, it's over.

Emma broke out in a cold sweat and tried to run away. But suddenly, a pair of big hands grabbed her and pulled her into a storeroom...

A faint fragrance wafted into Emma's nose, as always pleasant. Emma looked up in surprise and met Elijah's handsome and charming face, which never got old. "How come it's you..." Emma subconsciously spoke, but the next second, Elijah covered her mouth. He lowered his voice, leaned closer to her, and gestured for her to keep quiet.

Emma nodded.

Outside the storage room, Mason looked around but didn't see anyone. He only saw a black kitten and then returned to the room, locking the door as he passed. "It's okay now," Emma breathed a sigh of relief. If they had been caught in that situation, it would have been so embarrassing.

Fortunately, Elijah had pulled her out of it. Emma was about to thank him, but Elijah shook his head and whispered, "We'll be discovered if we go out now."

The storage room was only separated from the next room by a thin wall. Although the Taylor family was a noble family, the place where the servants lived could not be that good. Therefore, the sound insulation was poor, and the faint sounds from the next room all entered Emma's ears...

Although she was inexperienced, she had seen enough to know what was happening next door.

Emma's face turned red instantly, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into. It was precisely because she was so embarrassed that she didn't notice that she was being held by Elijah in his arms.

The storage room was small, and the two were very close to each other. The sound of their heartbeats was clear and distinct.

Every now and then, a faint fragrance would waft into Elijah's nose. He looked down and saw Emma's soft hair falling onto his arm, sending shivers down his spine. And then there was her delicate, rosy face.

Suddenly, he felt the urge to tease her. He leaned in and whispered, "You seem to have bad luck wherever you go."

Emma felt like crying. She didn't want any of this to happen. First, she was interrogated by William, and then Emily blocked her way. These siblings were like her natural enemies, bringing her nothing but trouble.

And now, she was wandering aimlessly and stumbled upon this situation...

Lost in thought, Emma suddenly looked up at Elijah and asked, "What about you? How did you happen to be here?"

"I was passing by."

"Passing by?" She looked skeptical.

Elijah raised an eyebrow. "As the uncle of the Taylor family, it's not strange for me to be here, is it?"

Emma nodded. That was true.

It was just that the current situation was a bit odd. Emma had forgotten that it wasn't unusual for Elijah, as a member of the Taylor family, to be present. But to appear here and coincidentally rescue her was just too much of a coincidence.

Of course, Elijah would never say that.

He had been following Emma around aimlessly, just to see what kind of "surprises" she could come up with. And sure enough, the sounds coming from the next room were quite surprising. Emma apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry for getting you involved." She had only helped Elijah bandage a wound in the woods, and even without her, the Johnson Family would have arrived in time to save him. But this seemingly unnecessary act had earned her Elijah's repeated rescues.

Emma had to admit that she had indeed found a powerful ally. "It's okay," Elijah chuckled, responding to her apology. For a moment, neither of them spoke, but the temperature in the cramped storage room rose steadily.

On the other side of the wall, the growing sounds were making Emma feel uneasy. She awkwardly looked up at Elijah, only to find that he had been staring at her the whole time. His dark and profound eyes seemed bottomless, and his handsome face, with its sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, was so attractive that it made her heart race uncontrollably.

It was then that Emma realized that she was completely wrapped in Elijah's embrace. The intimacy of the position was too much for her to handle.

Her heart skipped a beat and she wanted to step back, but suddenly the sound of the door opening came from outside. Unable to make a sound, Emma could only continue to nestle in his arms, unable to move.

"Just wait a little longer, he'll leave soon," Elijah whispered in her ear, trying to comfort her.

But just this sentence made Emma's ears turn red. The two of them were already very close, and this magnetic voice was particularly provocative when it entered her ears. She could even feel the heat of Elijah's breath spraying on her neck, making her heart beat like a drum...

After a few more minutes, the sound of the butler looking for Mason came from outside, followed by the sound of someone dressing. Mason finally left.

Finally, they could leave!

Emma breathed a sigh of relief and immediately backed away from Elijah's embrace.

"Thank you, I...I'll go first," she said, worried that if someone saw her and Elijah together, it would be hard to explain.

She quickly walked away.

Elijah remained in place, and after a long while, he chuckled softly.

That little girl was quite alluring.