The mobile phone vibrates constantly, and the woman looks up lazily and glances at the caller ID.

William Spenser.

After hanging up several times, the woman finally got impatient, put down her drawing pencil and lowered her voice, "what's the matter?"

The background sound at the other end of the phone was very noisy, and the collision and screaming of wine glasses mixed with the deafening sound of the stereo, which formed a clear contrast with the quiet in her coffee shop.

She frowned, and a trace of displeasure flashed in her dark eyes.

"Edmend White, come and play at night bar." William Spenser's tone was full of provocation, as if he was playing some bad idea.

"No." Edmend White refused directly, and his cool and beautiful face could not see his emotions.

William Spenser at the other end doesn't care. "Oh? You don't come? Then no one will come to pick up your baby."

Edmend White held her mobile phone and said, "what are you talking about?"

"I said, your good son is here. Will you come?" William Spenser drank whisky leisurely.

Edmend White's face suddenly changed. She clutched her mobile phone and suppressed her displeasure. "William Spenser, I warn you that as long as my son is a little injured, I will send you to prison with all my money."

The last few words were very hard, with a kind of ruthlessness to tear people apart.

"Private Room 302, hurry up." William Spenser hung up without any discussion.

Edmend White threw away the paper ball and hurried to night bar.

Along the way, she was upset.

In order to cooperate on the land, ger parents saved ger half sister Richel White, and gave her to the Spenser family for marriage.

William Spenser, her contracted husband, cares that she has an impudent son. He never touches her. He spends all day drinking , and even takes his mistress home just to humiliate her.

Edmend White looked coldly out of the window.

Nothing can shake her. The only thing she cares about is her 6-year-old son, Brook White.

Although he has mild autism, he is smart and kind, and he is the only one who is really close to her.

He is her life.

Thinking of this, Edmend White's sharp nails have been pinched like the palm of her hand, but she doesn't feel any pain at all.

..

At 10 pm, the bar was just getting hot.

The strong drums, the confused dance steps, and the complicated and dizzy lights all made Edmend White extremely uncomfortable. Occasionally, a man came forward to chat up, and her cold and proud eyes could always force people back.

At 302, Edmend White looked at the heavy door and walked in without hesitation.

The light in the room is dim, and a group of beautiful girls are dancing with their backs twisted. William Spenser sits on the sofa and hugs the exposed woman. The woman smiles and feeds him wine.

The woman's face is very familiar to her. William Spenser often takes her home. Her name is Rose Holin.

Edmend White looked everywhere, but he didn't see the child.

"Coming?" William Spenser looked up.

Women wear simple and casual shirts and black pants, and a pair of cool eyes are clean and spotless.

It's beautiful, but it's very noble. She is a woman with a bastard, but she seems sacred and inviolable.

William Spenser is disgusted with her hypocrisy and wants to destroy her.

He took a sip of wine and pointed at her: "come and sit down."

Edmend White went directly to the two. There was anger burning in her chest: "William Spenser, where is my son?"

"It's really boring." William Spenser pointed to the sofa next to him, "sit down."

The tone of a command, as if she was also a obedient hostess.

Edmend White didn't sit down. Her cold eye stared at William Spenser: "I'll ask you for the last time where my son is."

William Spenser didn't speak. Since she didn't give him face, he didn't have to ask for trouble.

The air was silent for several seconds, and the atmosphere was somewhat stale.

Rose Holin is a master who can observe his words and his appearance. Seeing that the atmosphere is not good, she immediately went to Edmend White and pretended to lift her hair. "Don't be angry, elder sister. Brother William just wants to have some wine with you. In this way, I'll give my sister a toast."

Then she picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into her mouth.

"Bold and forthright!" William clapped and drank the wine slowly, staring at Edmend White.

Although he didn't say anything, the meaning was very clear: if you don't drink, you can't talk about anything.

Rose Holin drank the wine in one gulp, wiped her mouth and deliberately asked: "sister, don't you drink?"

Edmend White stood there, holding her hands tightly.

"Brother William, sister Emanda doesn't seem to want to talk to me." Rose Holin wrongfully leans against William Spenser.

William Spenser smiled and filled Emanda White with three glasses of liquor. His tone was heavy: "after three glasses of liquor, I'll tell you where my son is."

Hearing the word "son", Emanda White took a deep breath and took a step forward to take the wine cup and swallow it.

Swallow one cup after another.

She hasn't drunk alcohol for a long time. The liquor rolls into her stomach and burns hot. It hurts for no reason.

After three drinks, she straightened up and said, "where is my son?"

William Spenser raised his head with satisfaction and said with a smile, "He's not here anyway. Maybe at home."

Emanda White reacted that she had been fooled. No wonder she just called the servant and never got through!

Emanda White stepped forward, picked up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it into the corner of the table. The next moment, the broken bottle hit William Spenser's neck.

She is a cold woman, but William Spenser clearly sees the fire in her eyes and almost swallows him.

"

"In the past, I didn't resist, but I was bored. If you make fun of my son again in the future, the things in my hands will not just be on your throat."

After that, Emanda White turned around and left, pulling the door behind him.

She was walking in the corridor covered with heavy carpets. Suddenly, a strong feeling of intoxication hit her. The alcohol made her feel a little nauseous. She went to the bathroom dizzily.

William Spenser poured her a lot of wine. A person who seldom drinks like her will definitely get drunk after three drinks.

Emanda White stumbled into the men's bathroom. Just after entering, she bumped into a strange man's arms.

The man's chest is very strong, which inexplicably gives her a sense of security.

She looked up drowsily.

The man is nearly 1.9 meters. He is wearing a decent black suit. He is cold and noble. He has a pair of perfect eyebrows and eyes under his broken hair on his forehead. His nose is strong, especially the lip line. It is beautiful, smooth and handsome.

Emanda White is drunk. Her work habits make her subconsciously reach out and touch his lips.

This move brings a little ambiguity.

The man hesitated slightly.

Hanging down his thick black eyelashes, he stared at the woman coldly for two seconds.

Nicola Green had seen numerous women. On the contrary, countless beauties surrounded him, so that he was a little tired of beauty.

But these eyes are clean and cool, with a little water mist, like flowers blooming independently in late autumn.

Emanda White doesn't know where she is. Alcohol makes her brain confused. It's all the pictures of William Spenser and Rose Holin bullying her just now.

She wants revenge.

Emanda White looked up and saw that the man was somehow familiar. This familiarity told her that he must not be a bad person.

The next second, she unexpectedly stood on tiptoe and kissed it blazing and confused.

The air was suddenly dead quiet.

Nicola Green's face suddenly changed, and his eyes, which had always been calm, were dark.

The mobile phone vibrates constantly, and the woman looks up lazily and glances at the caller ID.

William Spenser.

After hanging up several times, the woman finally got impatient, put down her drawing pencil and lowered her voice, "what's the matter?"

The background sound at the other end of the phone was very noisy, and the collision and screaming of wine glasses mixed with the deafening sound of the stereo, which formed a clear contrast with the quiet in her coffee shop.

She frowned, and a trace of displeasure flashed in her dark eyes.

"Edmend White, come and play at night bar." William Spenser's tone was full of provocation, as if he was playing some bad idea.

"No." Edmend White refused directly, and his cool and beautiful face could not see his emotions.

William Spenser at the other end doesn't care. "Oh? You don't come? Then no one will come to pick up your baby."

Edmend White held her mobile phone and said, "what are you talking about?"

"I said, your good son is here. Will you come?" William Spenser drank whisky leisurely.

Edmend White's face suddenly changed. She clutched her mobile phone and suppressed her displeasure. "William Spenser, I warn you that as long as my son is a little injured, I will send you to prison with all my money."

The last few words were very hard, with a kind of ruthlessness to tear people apart.

"Private Room 302, hurry up." William Spenser hung up without any discussion.

Edmend White threw away the paper ball and hurried to night bar.

Along the way, she was upset.

In order to cooperate on the land, ger parents saved ger half sister Richel White, and gave her to the Spenser family for marriage.

William Spenser, her contracted husband, cares that she has an impudent son. He never touches her. He spends all day drinking , and even takes his mistress home just to humiliate her.

Edmend White looked coldly out of the window.

Nothing can shake her. The only thing she cares about is her 6-year-old son, Brook White.

Although he has mild autism, he is smart and kind, and he is the only one who is really close to her.

He is her life.

Thinking of this, Edmend White's sharp nails have been pinched like the palm of her hand, but she doesn't feel any pain at all.

..

At 10 pm, the bar was just getting hot.

The strong drums, the confused dance steps, and the complicated and dizzy lights all made Edmend White extremely uncomfortable. Occasionally, a man came forward to chat up, and her cold and proud eyes could always force people back.

At 302, Edmend White looked at the heavy door and walked in without hesitation.

The light in the room is dim, and a group of beautiful girls are dancing with their backs twisted. William Spenser sits on the sofa and hugs the exposed woman. The woman smiles and feeds him wine.

The woman's face is very familiar to her. William Spenser often takes her home. Her name is Rose Holin.

Edmend White looked everywhere, but he didn't see the child.

"Coming?" William Spenser looked up.

Women wear simple and casual shirts and black pants, and a pair of cool eyes are clean and spotless.

It's beautiful, but it's very noble. She is a woman with a bastard, but she seems sacred and inviolable.

William Spenser is disgusted with her hypocrisy and wants to destroy her.

He took a sip of wine and pointed at her: "come and sit down."

Edmend White went directly to the two. There was anger burning in her chest: "William Spenser, where is my son?"

"It's really boring." William Spenser pointed to the sofa next to him, "sit down."

The tone of a command, as if she was also a obedient hostess.

Edmend White didn't sit down. Her cold eye stared at William Spenser: "I'll ask you for the last time where my son is."

William Spenser didn't speak. Since she didn't give him face, he didn't have to ask for trouble.

The air was silent for several seconds, and the atmosphere was somewhat stale.

Rose Holin is a master who can observe his words and his appearance. Seeing that the atmosphere is not good, she immediately went to Edmend White and pretended to lift her hair. "Don't be angry, elder sister. Brother William just wants to have some wine with you. In this way, I'll give my sister a toast."

Then she picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into her mouth.

"Bold and forthright!" William clapped and drank the wine slowly, staring at Edmend White.

Although he didn't say anything, the meaning was very clear: if you don't drink, you can't talk about anything.

Rose Holin drank the wine in one gulp, wiped her mouth and deliberately asked: "sister, don't you drink?"

Edmend White stood there, holding her hands tightly.

"Brother William, sister Emanda doesn't seem to want to talk to me." Rose Holin wrongfully leans against William Spenser.

William Spenser smiled and filled Emanda White with three glasses of liquor. His tone was heavy: "after three glasses of liquor, I'll tell you where my son is."

Hearing the word "son", Emanda White took a deep breath and took a step forward to take the wine cup and swallow it.

Swallow one cup after another.

She hasn't drunk alcohol for a long time. The liquor rolls into her stomach and burns hot. It hurts for no reason.

After three drinks, she straightened up and said, "where is my son?"

William Spenser raised his head with satisfaction and said with a smile, "He's not here anyway. Maybe at home."

Emanda White reacted that she had been fooled. No wonder she just called the servant and never got through!

Emanda White stepped forward, picked up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it into the corner of the table. The next moment, the broken bottle hit William Spenser's neck.

She is a cold woman, but William Spenser clearly sees the fire in her eyes and almost swallows him.

"

"In the past, I didn't resist, but I was bored. If you make fun of my son again in the future, the things in my hands will not just be on your throat."

After that, Emanda White turned around and left, pulling the door behind him.

She was walking in the corridor covered with heavy carpets. Suddenly, a strong feeling of intoxication hit her. The alcohol made her feel a little nauseous. She went to the bathroom dizzily.

William Spenser poured her a lot of wine. A person who seldom drinks like her will definitely get drunk after three drinks.

Emanda White stumbled into the men's bathroom. Just after entering, she bumped into a strange man's arms.

The man's chest is very strong, which inexplicably gives her a sense of security.

She looked up drowsily.

The man is nearly 1.9 meters. He is wearing a decent black suit. He is cold and noble. He has a pair of perfect eyebrows and eyes under his broken hair on his forehead. His nose is strong, especially the lip line. It is beautiful, smooth and handsome.

Emanda White is drunk. Her work habits make her subconsciously reach out and touch his lips.

This move brings a little ambiguity.

The man hesitated slightly.

Hanging down his thick black eyelashes, he stared at the woman coldly for two seconds.

Nicola Green had seen numerous women. On the contrary, countless beauties surrounded him, so that he was a little tired of beauty.

But these eyes are clean and cool, with a little water mist, like flowers blooming independently in late autumn.

Emanda White doesn't know where she is. Alcohol makes her brain confused. It's all the pictures of William Spenser and Rose Holin bullying her just now.

She wants revenge.

Emanda White looked up and saw that the man was somehow familiar. This familiarity told her that he must not be a bad person.

The next second, she unexpectedly stood on tiptoe and kissed it blazing and confused.

The air was suddenly dead quiet.

Nicola Green's face suddenly changed, and his eyes, which had always been calm, were dark.

The hot breath swam in the narrow space.

Emanda White was getting more and more drunk. When she could hardly stand, she took the initiative to climb up to Nicola Green's neck.

It was a warm and even destructive kiss. She closed her eyes and, regardless of everything, turned all the humiliation into this crazy kiss.

The soft lips swept in like a storm. Nicola Green narrowed his narrow eyes and looked at the white and flexible face of the woman close at hand. He instantly pressed her under his body and caught her lips.

The hot kiss drove straight all the way with a strong posture. Emanda White's almost unreasoning reason was stirred up by his attack, and finally he completely lost consciousness.

Sunrise Hotel 1802.

The sun shines through the thick curtains, and the luxurious presidential suite is quiet.

The woman on the bed closes her eyes, and her long hair, as soft as seaweed, falls down on her shoulders. It is gentle and charming.

After a long time, Emanda White woke up feeling that her head was aching and her brain was about to explode.

When she became more conscious, she looked around and almost jumped out of bed.

How is she in the hotel?

She found herself naked at the moment, took a deep breath, and began to recall what happened last night. Her memory only stayed in the bathroom and bumped into a tall man.

No... Emanda White half squinted at the man beside the bed.

The handsome facial features are very strong, and the eyes are closed, giving people a feeling of coldness.

She slept with him?

Emanda White thought of the kiss in the bathroom last night. The man was very and strong. He pinched her waist to break.

She looked back and looked at the man's face. The more she looked, the more frightened she was.

An unforgettable memory also suddenly appeared in my mind: isn't this the gigolo she slept with seven years ago?!

Seven years ago, she was drunk and accidentally had a one night stand with a gigolo. Later, she had a son, Brook White.

Emanda White was shocked. No wonder he felt familiar with him last night.

She made the mistake seven years ago, but she made it again.

What's more, the experience last night seemed to be... Not bad, worthy of being professional.

Thinking of this, Emanda White collected her thoughts, put on her clothes and took out her wallet.

There was only 1000 in cash in the bag. She thought to herself: the price of such a top-grade product in the market should be nearly 1000 after one night?

Emanda White pressed 1000 Dollars under his black suit, picked up her bag and left.

After sleeping, she ran away, worthy of her name.

As soon as she stepped out of the suite door, the man sleeping in the bed opened his eyes.

Seeing that there was no one beside him, the man's lips gave a sneer.

When Emanda White arrived home, it was just time for dinner.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw William Spenser and Rose Holin cuddling and feeding each other. Her stomach was filled with retching.

Turning her eyes, she saw her son eating at the table.

In front of the children, still so shameless.

Emanda White stepped forward quickly and led Brook White away. She whispered: "good boy, don't eat. Go upstairs with mother. I'll take you to eat later."

Brook White obediently put down his chopsticks and silently drilled into his mother's arms.

"Oh." Rose Holin's eyes deliberately scanned her from top to bottom. Seeing the slight red on her neck, she smiled maliciously. " sister didn't return all night last night. Where did you go?"

William Spenser raised his eyes and looked at Emanda White.

Emanda White didn't look back, and he said sarcastically, "isn't it for your disgusting activities?"

William Spenser then snorted coldly, "You think I can't see the red seal on your neck, have you also gone to do disgusting things?"

Hearing this, Emanda White glanced at him coldly, and automatically ignored William Spenser's dark face. "We get what we need when we get married. How noble do you really think you are?"

"Besides, a bullit pair, don't lead my son astray."

Hearing this, Rose Holin was so angry that she threw the bowl in front of Emanda White in the face.

The hot porridge that had just been put out of the bowl was thrown out with a tendency of covering the ears.

The next second, Brook White quickly rushed forward to push his mother away, and then gave a cry of pain: "ah!"

All this happened so quickly that Emanda White didn't react at all.

She watched her baby son fall on the ground covered with porcelain fragments, his arm was cut a long way, and the hot porridge was splashed on his chest, and his delicate skin was instantly red.

The shocking scene is like a knife gouging out the heart.

"Brook!"

Emanda White rushed like crazy, and picked up Brook White.

"Mom..." Brook White's head was cold and sweat, and his lips were white with bite. "Don't be afraid, I'm fine..."

Emanda White's eyes suddenly became fierce. She turned her head and stared at Rose Holin. "If anything happens to my son, I will never let you go."

After that, Emanda White clenched her teeth and ran out with the child in her arms. Brook's injury is very serious and he must go to the hospital immediately.

Brook White is lying in her arms. Although the burn on her chest is burning like fire, and the cut part of his hand is bleeding,

But he didn't cry and didn't make any noise. He wasn't as cool as a little boy of his age.

He stared at the woman who dared to attack her mother openly.

Rose Holin stands in front of the dining table. Emanda White's shocked, but se still hasn't recovered his mind. and she is scared all over. Obviously, he is a child, but his eyes are so cold that he seems to penetrate people completely.

She could not help shivering and burying her head.

When the mother and son left, the house was quiet. Rose Holin sat down in a stupefied manner.

William Spenser's cold voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Rose Holin, how dare you?"

It was the first time he called her full name, which was a serious warning.

Rose Holin looked up at him, and a trace of injury flashed across his gorgeous and colorful face.

Why did he attack Emanda White for that woman?

Rose Holin bit her lips and carefully tugged at the corner of the man's clothes with tears in her eyes: "brother William, you can hear that she insulted us first. I just slipped my hand accidentally..."

William Spenser stared at her coldly, looking extremely cold. "What is she insulting? She was right. Aren't we just like that?"

Rose Holin was stunned. For a moment, her heart was like death. The idea of defending herself was suddenly extinguished.

William Spenser was inexplicably upset, picked up his coat and left.

How dare a woman with a bastard outside say so, degrade him to nothing, and humiliate him in front of another woman?

Great, Emanda White!

William Spenser clenched his fist tightly and felt very upset. It seemed that the man's self-esteem had suffered an unprecedented blow.

But even so, he would never accept another woman's help.

Thinking of this, he flashed a sneer on his face, as if he had a new plan.