Chapter 34

Under the soft glow of the lamp, the man's defined features looked even more striking. Emma gazed at his face, unable to resist leaning in and kissing him softly. His Adam's apple moved slightly, as if savoring the taste, and he slowly deepened the kiss. Just as things were about to escalate, Emma froze. That night's scene flashed through her mind like a cold shower, and she collapsed at the foot of the bed, completely drained. Those painful memories crashed over her one by one, her eyes locked in a daze as she let out a bitter smirk. What was she even doing? Just to wake up tomorrow and get mocked by Ethan again? A single cold tear rolled down her cheek. Her eyes, now filled with unshed tears, wanted so badly to ask him what he truly meant—but she didn't have it in her to do so. She turned off the lights and left the bedroom, heading straight to the living room. Opening a cabinet, she grabbed a bottle of red wine and drank straight from it. The dark red liquid swirled in the bottle un