The Spoiled Girl

After spending peaceful days at the Tyrone Mansion, Emily felt like she was a panda in a reserve. Even her breeder, Jacob, didn't allow Emily to walk far unsupervised. Instead, he asked the chefs to prepare healthy food for her everyday. Jacob indulged her so much that she felt like a spoiled brat from a rich family.

To her relief, such an awkward lifestyle didn't last for a long time. Taking advantage of her cute appearance and coquetry, she successfully persuaded Jacob to let her eat less. However, she was still forced to stay at home so that she could have more rest.

Sometimes Emily would think of her mother Debby, but she decided to force Debby out of her mind as she had no idea how to face her.

What Emily didn't know was that, Jacob had asked his men to find out what happened that day at the hospital, and he now knew everything.

'Emily... So, she is a daughter of Tao family?' When Jacob learned the truth, his face darkened, as cold sparks flashed in his eyes. 'So, that means Tina is...Interesting, ' he thought.

Soon, a butler came in and said, "Mr. Jacob, We have visitors. Mr. Abbott and his wife are here to see Miss Emily."

Jacob scoffed, "Emily will see no one today. Tell them to go back home."

"I will, Mr. Jacob."

"Wait," Jacob suddenly stopped the butler; he slid the curtain open and stared at Emily who was playing with snow in the yard, and then he said, "Call Emily back into the house first. Don't tell her anything about Mr. And Mrs. Tao."

"Okay, Mr. Jacob."

Several minutes later, Emily was back in the house. Standing in front of Jacob with curiosity in her eyes, she asked in an aggrieved tone, as she was rudely interrupted from her leisure time, "What's wrong? Why did you send for me so soon?"

"Do I need a reason or an excuse to see you?" Jacob asked.

"Of course yes, unless you miss me," Emily answered.

Jacob raised the corners of his mouth and stretched his arms to Emily, as he said, "Come here, and let me hug you."

Squinting at Jacob for a second, Emily trotted towards him and then threw herself directly into his arms. "So, you really missed me, huh?" she asked.

"Yes, I've missed you."

"No. You are lying. I spent the whole day in that backyard. Just a few steps away from you."

"But I still missed you so much," Jacob said, hugging the girl in his arms tightly. The next minute, however, he felt something extremely cold touch his neck and then slide directly into his coat, causing him to shiver all ov

re too busy to notice me. I promise I won't scare you like that again," Jacob said, showing a reflective expression while still having a smile on his face; he continued, "Who was that on the phone?"

''My mom," Emily answered in a low voice. Then she continued, "She said that she missed me and that she wanted to see me."

"Now?" he asked. Jacob's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything else.

"Yes," Emily answered, as she walked towards the wardrobe to find a coat for herself.

It was a massive wardrobe with many kinds of fashionable and modern clothes inside for Emily to choose from. The problem was, too many options had made it hard for her to decide what she wanted to wear.

Before she turned around to ask Jacob for help, Jacob suddenly hugged her from behind and pushed her gently into the wardrobe. Emily could feel his breath close to her face as his mouth moved close to her ear.

"Emily, can we do that again, in this wardrobe?" he asked.

Blushing at his words, Emily turned her head, glared at Jacob and asked, "What are you talking about? How shameless you are!"

"I mean, I want to have some fun with you just inside this wardrobe," Jacob said, with a cheeky smile on his face.

When Jacob decided to make his words simpler to flirt with Emily, Emily turned round and covered Jacob's mouth with her hand, stopping him from saying another word.

"No, I won't do that with you, not here, not now," Emily replied, in a serious tone. The next minute, she withdrew her hand immediately when she felt Jacob's tongue licking her palm.

'How could he lick my hand just like that!' Emily mused in her heart, 'Has he gone mad?'