You Are the Cinnabar in My Heart

I'm Sorry, I've Dragged You Down

Chris Cloud, who was half-asleep on the other side, snapped awake upon hearing this. Piecing together the scene from earlier today, when James Carter abruptly left the meeting, he could somewhat guess that the Johnson Corporation must have offended their president.

He hurriedly responded, "Yes."

After dragging Mark Johnson into the adjacent room, Emma Wilson pulled the quilt over him, feeling full of disgust and contempt, yet her face showed concern, "I'll call a doctor to check on you in a bit."

Mark Johnson was moved, "Thank you, Emma, I knew you loved me."

"Of course," Emma said against her will, struggling not to feel sick.

"So... did you and Lily make it?"

Mark Johnson shook his head, "No, Lily kept moving and making noise, it was hard to get my way. It wasn't easy to take off her clothes and leave marks on her body."

Emma had guessed as much when she saw that he was still wearing his pants. However, James Carter has always been suspicious of Lily, and what he saw today was enough.

She was waiting for Lily to be kicked out of the Carter family, then she could step in. Eventually, the position of Mrs. Carter would be hers.

Emma Wilson gathered her thoughts, her eyes instantly brimming with tears, a face full of sorrow and pity, "Mark, I'm sorry, I had planned to anonymously send pictures and videos to James Carter, but I don't know why he suddenly came over and beat you up like this. He will definitely not let you go, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"Emma, don't cry, I'm not afraid. James Carter won't get away with beating me up like this today," Mark Johnson held Emma Wilson in his arms, gently wiping away her falling tears.

Emma Wilson, holding back her urge to vomit, said, "But you can't fight against James Carter's power. In city A, he is the sky. I'm afraid the Johnson Corporation will suffer because of me, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I really didn't know he would come suddenly, I've ruined you," she sobbed.

Seeing Emma Wilson crying pitifully, Mark Johnson's heart softened, and he kissed away her tears, reassuring her, "I don't blame you, Emma. It was all my choice. You know I love you. I'm willing to do anything for you."

Emma Wilson subtly pushed him away, wiping her tears, "Your injuries can't wait. What if they leave some sequelae? I'll call someone to look at them."

"Not urgent, Emma, let me hold you a bit longer."

"No." Emma Wilson instinctively refused, realizing she had almost given herself away when she saw the puzzled look in Mark Johnson's eyes.

"I just think you shouldn't delay any longer with your injuries. What would I do if something happened to you?"

Mark Johnson laughed, holding her hand, "Alright, I'll listen to you."

"Then I'll go make the call." Emma Wilson withdrew her hand, took her phone to the balcony, and returned after a while.

"I've asked Liu to bring someone over."

"Okay, Emma..." Mark Johnson tried to hold Emma Wilson's hand again, but she subtly avoided it once more.

Emma Wilson stroked her bangs, speaking softly, "I have work at my company, I can't stay with you. Wait here for Liu and the doctor, okay?"

"Alright, you go ahead if you have work at the company. Let's have dinner together tonight," Mark Johnson said, without any suspicion, his heart leaping with joy from Emma Wilson's tenderness.

"If I don't have to work late, I'll join you for dinner, okay?"

"Sure, you go ahead."

"Mhm." Emma Wilson nodded, stood up to leave, and at the door, she looked back at Mark Johnson with a smile, "I'm leaving."

Mark Johnson, lost in Emma Wilson's gentleness, was already over the moon, "Mhm, okay."

Without hesitation, Emma Wilson opened the door and left.