Forever Love

Chapter 5: The Party

Emma lowered her head but knew she had to come up with an excuse, "I was just playing a prank on Mr Devin. Mr Devin I like to cook and other stuff so that is why I do house chores," she said fumbling on her words, while he saw clearly through her words.

He had to find out why she was going this.

That too, very, very soon.

"Eva, leave the kitchen chores and go to work," Mr Wilson smiled, Emma reciprocated and left hurriedly. "She an awesome daughter," how he wished Emma and Devin married, he didn't want to leave him in darkness.

"Yes, she is," Devin smile and excused himself.

His feet found their way to the servant quarter, where she went the last night. He knocked at the door and within a few seconds, she opened the door.

He entered without a permission and looked around the room. His face contorted into disagreement. He could not believe his Emma was living in such a abominable place.

A small room, which hardly could hold a few important furniture.

A single bed at one corner.

A wood desk, with some book and papers on it.

A wood wardrobe. Very small in size.

A door attached to the room, he opened it and found a very little washroom. It had a stand shower and WC and a sink.

He closed his eyes in fury. His princess was living here, he had to get her out of this hell soon.

"Don't tell me you are living here? in this awful place?" he uttered the words in disbelief.

"Yes, I do." she said looking at other side.

"As Emma, you are the daughter of this house, you should own a room like they offered me. As Eva, you should have owned too. Why are in this wing of the house?" he asked, holding her shoulder and pulling her closer.

"Because... Because..." she tried to find an argument,

"You don't have any excuse any longer, stop these games and tell me already why you are doing this?" his voice was demanding.

"I disobeyed mom and fall in love with someone else, he was a cheat so when I came back, she refused to accept me but let me stay here," she adverted her eyes.

Devin opened his mouth half shocked, half amazed, only his Emma could come up with such scenarios.

"And you want me to believe it?" he asked her, regaining his posture.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Why?" he said cheekily. "After all you are not my Emma,"

"You kissed me yesterday," she pressed her lips in annoyance, her lips craving to say she was Emma.

He kissed her again, and she gasped, "here again I kissed my Emma,"

"I am not Emma!" she said one word at time.

"Oh so! I have no reason to believe you," He winked and left.

When she came out, he was waiting there. "Come, I will drop you," he smiled, looking at her flushed self.

"I will manage," she said, her head lowered.

"I insist," he said and walked out, while she followed him silently.

Buckling her belt, she questioned him, "what if au.. mom find out?" She was worried.

"I will tell her, I was going out and spotted you, so offered you to drop," he shrugged, "so where should I drop you?"