Please Come Back, Honey!

Chapter 174

"That's overdoing it!" Emma gritted her teeth as she said, "I'll make him pay!"

"Hey—" Susanna wanted to stop her, but Emma had hung up the phone in a rage.

Susanna wanted to say that even if Emma tried to make Trevor pay, she was no match for him. Emma wasn't as cunning as he was, and now that Trevor had put in extra effort, she wouldn't be able to beat him.

After ending her call with Susanna, Emma gave Trevor a call. However, before she did that, she unblocked his number.

The call went through quickly, and Emma said angrily, "Trevor, you deliberately allowed them to release the video from last night, didn't you?"

The man's voice was lazy and deep as he knowingly said over the phone, "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Emma was exploding with rage. This was her first time realizing that Trevor was shameless beyond human norms. She was so pissed that she became speechless.

On the other end of the line, Trevor continued, "Come to my room now."

"What?" Emma was usually soft-spoken, but she was enraged by Trevor's words. How dare he ask me to go to his room! Isn't he scared that I'll scratch his face off?

Trevor said nonchalantly, "Aren't you questioning me about last night? Come to my room, and we can talk."

She suppressed her rage as she said, "We can talk in the café downstairs."

Without hesitating, he rejected her suggestion. "No can do."

After a pause, he continued, "My room number is 1802."

Emma took a deep breath while gripping her phone tightly. Then, she hung up and got out of bed to wash up.

Twenty minutes later, she appeared at Trevor's door. She still had to figure out a way to solve this problem, and the best way was to ask Trevor to get his people to take down the trending topic.

Even though the matter had developed this far, money was a powerful resource. If Trevor wanted it to disappear, he would definitely have it gone with his wealth.

Emma pressed the doorbell and he opened the door for her.

After getting in, she didn't have the chance to talk when Trevor reached a hand toward her. "Give me your phone."

"What for?" She was reluctant to comply.

He felt rather annoyed as he said, "Unblock me from every platform, and you're not allowed to block me ever again."

Emma was mad. "Are you threatening me?"

As he probably knew her reason for coming, he had so many requests for her.

Trevor remained silent as he kept his hand extended in her direction. This was a rare opportunity for him to have her carry out his bidding, so he wouldn't give it up easily. In fact, things were proceeding exactly as he planned.

Emma took a step back to create some distance between them. She fished out her phone and fiddled with it for a bit before saying, "Done."

Trevor looked at his phone, seemingly satisfied before he got up and allowed her entrance.

She stood in a spot in the living room of his suite. She looked up at him and was about to say something when she noticed that he wasn't dressed properly. He was donning a bathrobe from the hotel, but the collar was so loose that it would fall open at any moment.

As someone who had been in close contact with Trevor for three years, Emma knew more than anyone how perfect the man's figure was. Self-discipline and self-control had always been his forte, and it was only natural that he wouldn't allow his figure to be imperfect.

He was always wrapped in suits and shoes, giving him the strength and toned quality of a thirty-year- old mature man. Emma, who had experienced being trapped under him countless times, couldn't resist his allure.

At that moment, she didn't know what came over her as she thought about that seductive scene. Her face grew increasingly warm as she averted her gaze and said, "You should change your clothes."

He asked for her phone as soon as she came in, so she hadn't noticed his attire.

Trevor glanced at her reddening ears, then drew slightly closer to her and asked in his alluring, low voice, "Are you sure you want me to change?" This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

His tone was suggestive as if she loved seeing him dressed like this.

Emma said angrily, "Yes, I'm a hundred percent sure."

With his plans of seduction foiled, he didn't manage to get her to lose control. Trevor expressed a look of disappointment on his face.

Before this, she admired his body greatly. When she couldn't help it at times, she would boldly poke at his abs and say dreamily, "Trevor, where did you get your wonderful figure from?"

When he was in a good mood, he would ask her if she liked it. She would grin and nod furiously, then grip his shoulders and become one with him.

It was still early in the morning, but Trevor was already replaying his past experiences with Emma. He instantly tensed up to an unbearable extent.

He said to Emma in a hoarse voice, "I haven't showered yet, so you might have to wait a while."

In actual fact, he had actually showered, but now, he wanted to get back in the shower to lower the heat.

She walked over to the side. "Sure, I can wait."

She was already done washing up, and she still had some time before her appointment with Wilson to go to the hospital. As such, she didn't mind waiting for Trevor to tidy up.

While Trevor showered in the bathroom, Emma hastily looked down at her phone, trying hard to dismiss the scene which had taken over her thoughts earlier.

About ten minutes later, he finally emerged from the bathroom before he slowly made his way to the bedroom to change his clothes.

Sometime later, Trevor's voice came from inside. "Emma, come in for a bit."

"What's the matter?" Emma didn't want to go in at all. It was the bedroom, and he was still changing.

He replied to her lazily, "Help me pick a tie."

She remembered how awkward she had felt when she helped him with his clothing at the wedding, only to end up getting complaints from him. She lowered her gaze and said self-mockingly, "I'm not good with these things; I don't know which ones to choose."

He had complained about her when they were married before, but now that they had divorced, he was asking her to pick a tie for him. Didn't he notice the irony of the situation?

Trevor's voice sounded from the bedroom. "Anything you pick would look good."

His words should be nice and kind enough, but to Emma, they were filled with sarcasm.

If it weren't for their past, she might have enjoyed listening to Trevor's sweet words.

However, after enduring all the hurt, she only remembered the past wounds when she was faced with this side of Trevor. "Mr. Bateson, you weren't like this before. In the past, you'd always look dissatisfied whenever I was done choosing for you."

After Emma had spoken, Trevor fell silent in the bedroom. Sometime later, he walked out of the bedroom. He was wearing tidy clothes, and the tie was already in place.

The pure black suit enhanced the sharp aura emanating from him. She averted her gaze from him, trying to calm herself.

Trevor walked over to her and stood in front of her, saying earnestly in a low voice, "I couldn't appreciate how wonderful you were before—"

Emma refused to listen to his nonsense as she interrupted him and said, "Why don't we talk about ways to deal with the video?"

Trevor didn't have the chance to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and he felt terribly ignored.

She walked over to the side. "Sure, I can wait."