The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the long silence brought Emily back to her senses bit by bit.
She made a mistake again, wrong in hoping for William, wrong in thinking that he was willing to give her the future she wanted.
"I heard from a friend that his private life is not decent, and its better to marry anyone than this hypocrite," William said with his head down.
Emilys disappointed appearance pricked his heart like a needle. He understood what Emily wanted, but he couldnt afford it.
"Men, it doesnt matter to play before marriage," Emily said indifferently, then raised her hand to comb her hair, and said with a smile, "Anyway, Im not a clean woman."
She described herself like this, with a light and frivolous tone, as if she didnt take herself seriously at all. That kind of indifference hit Williams heart hard.
He wanted to question Emily who said she was not clean, but he knew that he was the least qualified to question.
In front of Emilys indifference, William suddenly felt awkward. What else could he say? Emily has already said it doesnt matter, does he still have to force her not to marry Keith Howard? What is he to her? What qualifications does he have?
"Then... take care," biting his teeth, William endured his inner anger and left in front of Emilys door. He heard the sound of the door closing behind him.
In the end, William only punched the wall of the stairwell heavily, venting his anger on the bloodstained wall.
He couldnt do anything, didnt have the courage to take Emily away, and could only watch helplessly as she held another mans hand and stepped into the marriage hall.
The wedding was held as scheduled, and this somewhat hasty wedding banquet was managed in an orderly manner by Keith.
Emily has always maintained a decent attitude, without the joy of a new marriage, nor the sadness of leaving home, as if the person getting married is not her at all.
In this banquet where she is the protagonist, she is the most like an outsider.
During the busy toasting in the daytime, Emily also looked around the guests and finally took back her disappointed gaze. William didnt come. Since that sudden meeting, she has never seen him again.
Its good that he didnt come, so as not to risk losing control in front of everyone.
When the days revelry came to an end, Emily followed Keith into the festively decorated wedding room.
At this moment, the dark clouds that had been accumulating all day finally shed tears, and the rain poured down. In the rain, William appeared like a ghost in the Howard familys yard, the cigarette in his hand was mercilessly extinguished by the rain.
He squinted and looked at the figure behind the window, and through the half-closed curtains, Emilys figure appeared in Williams line of sight.
"Emily..." Keith, as if he had been holding back for a long time, held Emily and reached for the button on the back of her long skirt.
And all this was seen by William outside the window. A wave of jealousy surged in his heart, and he was eager to rush in and beat Keith up.
Emily, she is his.
"Keith, are you drunk?" Emily frowned slightly, trying her best to hide her resistance, and caught Keiths wandering hands.
"Being drunk doesnt delay the matter." Keith raised his dazed eyes and looked at Emily, and came up to kiss Emilys lips. Emily couldnt resist his strength and was picked up by Keith in a panic.