The Pear Cottage was chilly, and Robert frowned.
"Husband!" Jessica smiled coquettishly and took the initiative to hold Roberts hand affectionately, "You werent at the shop today? How do you have time to come over?"
Robert held her hand and said, "I heard you were here, so I came to see. Why is your hand so cold? In the future, remember to let the maid carry a hand warmer with you when you go out." His words were full of doting.
Emily shrank her hands, which were full of frostbite, into her sleeves. She and Robert had been married for two years, and Robert had never been so careful.
Before her mother passed away, she once said that if a man truly loves you, he will pay attention to every move and smile of yours and wont let you suffer a bit of grievance. If he doesnt care about you, even if you die in front of him, he wont feel pain. It turned out to be true!
Robert turned his head and glanced at Emily coldly, "Jessica is delicate and not as strong as you. In the future, remember to let the servants put more charcoal pots in the room to prevent her from catching a cold."
Emily has always been afraid of the cold, and after the miscarriage, she was even more afraid of the cold. But there is a fixed amount of charcoal for winter, and she and Mrs. Watson can only use it sparingly, not daring to waste a bit until it is extremely cold. She was so wronged and careful, but in Roberts eyes, it became that she was strong and healthy.
Emily endured the bitterness and nodded in agreement.
Emily stood at the entrance of the Bay Garden, hesitating to push the door open. Just now, a strange servant came to Pear Cottage to deliver a message, saying that Robert was waiting for her in the Bay Garden.
She was a bit surprised. Today is the fiftieth birthday of Roberts mother, and the Wilson mansion is very lively. Jessica and Robert were entertaining guests in the front hall, and they should have been too busy to get away. How could they have time to find her?
Roberts study is in the Bamboo Garden, next to the Bay Garden, named after the garden full of osmanthus flowers. Emily pushed open the door of the Bay Garden, and the room was cleaned up, and the desk was neatly arranged with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
The high-quality silver frost charcoal burned the entire room as warm as spring, and there was a faint fragrance in the charcoal fire. Emily sat on a pear wood chair and waited for about a cup of tea, but no one came.
What did Robert want to do? She suddenly became restless, and the room was getting hotter and hotter. Just as she was about to doze off, someone pushed the door in.
"How come you are in my study?" The person who came in looked at her and his eyes were sharp. It was unclear whether it was because the candlelight was too dark or because they hadnt seen each other for a long time, but Roberts skin didnt seem as white as before, and he looked a bit thinner.
"You didnt call me here?" Emily said strangely.
Robert was stunned, then chuckled, "Its been a long time since I came back, and now the maids in the house are so bold!"
Maid? Who is he talking about? Everything around became blurred, and only his face was particularly clear. Emilys head became more and more dizzy, and she struggled to get up, accidentally stepping on the newly changed skirt, and fell forward.
Robert was stunned for a moment, and his arm firmly held her soft waist. The two were very close, and each others breath was clear.
How long has it been since they were so close?
The male breath that came to her face made her restless and uneasy. His body was warm and powerful, making her feel hot. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and dared not look directly into his eyes. His hand slowly touched her face, and the whole person was pushed against the wall, and the hot breath came face to face, and he sucked her soft lips, bringing out a very lingering affection.
"What are you doing?" A loud shout, and the door was kicked open.
Standing outside the door were Robert and Jessica. Roberts face was full of anger, the veins on his forehead bulging, and his eyes were so fierce that they could kill people. Jessica stood by his side like a little bird, her face full of undisguised complacency.
Emily looked at Robert, who was walking in slowly, in a daze. Its impossible. How could Robert stand outside? Then who is the man next to her? How could he look so much like Robert?
"Brother!" Michael laughed nonchalantly. He and Robert are brothers born from the same mother, and he was adopted by the second room when he was young.
The girls eyes were as uneasy as a frightened deer. It is indeed a bit excessive to flirt with the maid on the mothers birthday, but its not a big deal. Michael comforted and patted her hand, indicating that she should be at ease. Unexpectedly, this action completely angered Robert. Seeing the two people so intimate, he felt a sense of suffocation in his chest.
Robert grabbed Emily, and the force was too much, and Emily was brought down and fell to the ground, her face still confused.
Michaels face added a trace of playfulness, "Brother, is this the maid in your room?"
Robert hasnt answered yet, and suddenly his face changed. He looked down at the burning charcoal and quickly put it out. He stared at Michael and asked, "Who put the Hehuan incense in the charcoal?"
"Hehuan incense?" Michael was stunned, "Isnt that the incense used in brothels to arouse desire? How could there be such a thing in the house?"
"Sister really has good skills. Seeing that she has lost favor with her husband, she actually wants to seduce the second young master who just returned to the house, and even uses Hehuan incense." Jessica said slowly.
What is seducing the second brother? Thinking that his own woman actually likes someone else, Robert suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
"Are you saying that she is your wife?" Michael couldnt help but feel a bit regretful. Originally, I thought this girl was good, and I wanted to ask my brother to accept her as a housekeeper, but I didnt expect her to be the woman of my brother.
Jessica picked up a cup of cold tea and splashed it on Emily. Being stimulated by the cold water, Emily immediately became sober.
Roberts anger grew more and more fierce, and he pinched Emilys chin with force, forcing her to look at him, and the words from his thin lips were heart-wrenching, "You are really good at it! I have never been convinced by anyone in my life, but today I am convinced."
Emily was stunned for a while, and she didnt know why Robert was so angry. She opened the painting paper and was stunned.
The girl in the painting was wearing a plain blue cotton dress, with raven hair combed into a braid. Except for a green jade bracelet on her wrist that emitted a faint green light, there was no other decoration on her whole body, but she looked beautiful and refined.
The person in the painting was her.
Robert grabbed her slender wrist, "You are really good at it! I usually underestimate you. Do you think you have eaten our Wilson family?"
Roberts hand strength was great, and Emily was in pain, and tears almost came out, "Robert, you are so unreasonable. What did I do wrong? Whats the matter with this painting? Speak clearly."
"Good! Good! At this time, you still pretend to be confused with me. This painting was found in the second brothers room, and he has been restless recently. The mother thought he had a woman he liked, so I went to check. I didnt expect the person in the painting to be you!"
Emily only felt that she couldnt explain herself. Since four months ago, Robert suddenly became a different person, becoming preoccupied. Then the mother-in-law fell ill, and she lost her child. Until Jessica came in, this series of things made her caught off guard.
She has only seen Michael once, why do things have to be attributed to her?
She looked at Jessica, and Jessica subconsciously turned her head, and said to Robert, "Husband, its said that family scandals should not be publicized, lets forget about tonights matter. If the mother-in-law knows, she will inevitably be angry."
Emily was stunned, Jessica was actually speaking for her? When did she become so kind-hearted?
Sure enough, Jessica changed the subject, "Although its my own sister, I cant favor her. She is unfaithful and cant bear children. How can the Wilson family have such a hostess? You say it, right?"
The winter is cold, and Emily is soaked and almost frozen stiff. After going around for a long time, it turns out that she still wants the position of the legitimate wife.
Roberts face sank, and then he said, "Do it as Jessica said. Send a letter of divorce to Pear Cottage tomorrow."
That indifferent tone made people feel cold. Emily looked up in disbelief, her eyes full of fear and unease. She was able to marry the person she had always admired, and she once thought it was a blessing from her past life, but she didnt expect it to end up like this.
Two years of sincere treatment, in exchange for a letter of divorce. Her mother has passed away, and her natal family is no longer her home. She was at a loss in her heart, where can she go after being divorced?