A Lustful Revenge

He is about to get married, but the bride is not her.

Thinking of this, Emily Watsons heart still hurts!

Late at night.

Feeling the bed sink, Emily quickly opens her eyes, and the cool arm pulls her into the embrace. She curls her fingers holding the quilt and suppresses the throbbing that didnt meet her.

The man doesnt feel any abnormality, looking at her eyes is still deep, and the slender big hand rubs her tenderness, "Why havent you slept yet?"

His tone is as gentle as usual, like a late husband caring for his wife.

But Emilys heart is surging, biting her lower lip with her teeth, and her complicated eyes are staring at the man.

He pulled off his tie, leaned over and kissed her cheek, and the charming breath whispered on her lips, "Is it uncomfortable physically?"

The gentle words were like a heavy bomb, and Emily clenched her fists tightly, but she still couldnt hold back the tears flowing down.

He is about to marry Sarah Connor of the Connor Family, and he is still in front of her as if nothing happened...

Feeling her unusual, the mans thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and his slender big hand covered her forehead. He wanted to ask, "Do you have a fever?" But his fingertips were wet and touched her tear marks.

"Why are you crying?"

The gentle tone is still the same, he turns over and pulls her into his arms, gently coaxing, "Dont cry, whats wrong? Does your leg hurt?"

He holds her, and the clear eyebrows on her face appear slightly wrinkled, checking the recent weather conditions on his mobile phone.

Five years ago, he took her to the college entrance examination on the highway and had a car accident. Several big trucks collided, and their sedan overturned. He was injured all over and carried her for thousands of meters, getting off the highway and asking someone to take her to the hospital for emergency treatment.

It was also after that accident that Emilys leg was seriously injured and left a sequelae. Every time it was windy, rainy, or the weather changed, it would hurt violently.

But every time the pain was severe, he would accompany her, holding her hand tightly, and never giving up.

She is an orphan girl. After her only brother died at the age of eight, he, who was just 18 years old and a friend of her brother, took the initiative to adopt her.

He gave her a home.

From the age of eight to twenty-four, he has been with her for sixteen years. She has nothing and no relatives. The only thing she has is him.

He is her everything!

But now, he is going to marry someone else!

Her whole world has collapsed!

Feeling that her emotions are really wrong, the man lifts his hand and touches her face, gently wiping her tears with his fingertips, but Emily is out of control and pushes him away, "Dont touch me!"

He is clumsy and at a loss, slightly frowning, "Whats the matter? Emily..."

The low voice is full of concerned questions.

"Jack, you and Sarah Connor are going to get married, right?" She finally broke this layer of window paper.

The atmosphere also solidified instantly.

After a dead silence, the man spoke lightly, "Emily, to some extent, I should be your guardian, and you should call me uncle."

Emily felt aggrieved and bit her lip.

He is only ten years older than her.

And when he adopted her, he didnt want her to go to the orphanage and become a homeless abandoned child.

In these sixteen years, he has been with her all the time, accompanying her, and whats the difference with childhood sweethearts?

She loves him, and he doesnt know it!

"What a joke! We are not uncle and niece at all!" She cried aggrievedly, and her voice was trembling.

Jack raised his hand helplessly, rubbed the top of her head, and hugged her into his arms with pain, "Be good, dont cry, Emily is good..."

"I promise to be good in the future, listen to you, but can you not marry others?"

She lay in his arms, crying in a muffled voice, and her words implied a humbleness that was hard to give up.

Jacks face was calm, and his deep eyes were shining, and his warm fingers gently stroked her trembling spine, like coaxing a child who was making a fuss.