Chapter 565
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
Two figures entangled together in the dim light of the room. The camera must have been mounted on the wall, because its angle left much to the imagination, casting shadows. and secrets in its wake.
A blush crept across Emmaâs cheeks, because this was⦠the video from her last night with Hughes.
With gritted teeth, she snapped the laptop shut!
Just as she was about to ring Hughes, his call preemptively buzzed through. His voice, deep and raspy, teased through the line, âEnjoying the show?â
âYou! Pervert!!â Emma exhaled sharply, struggling to keep her temper in check. âMr. Hughes, seems like youâve sent the wrong video.â
âReally?â Hughes feigned surprise. âOh, my bad. Iâll send the right one now. Iâve got a ton of videos in my inbox, so I need to sift through them. Hold on, will you?â
Emma didnât end the call. She couldnât risk Hughes sending her another unsolicited video.
She had things to deal with, so she turned on the computer and put her cell phone on speaker, setting it aside. After a brief silence, she asked, âMr. Hughes, found it yet?â
Hughes played along, âJust a sec, still looking.â He was feeling mischievous, wanting to tease her a bit more. Nonchalantly, he clicked on another clip and held it up to his phone.
As Emma booted up her computer, she was greeted by the amplified sounds of moans and crude banter from her phoneâs speaker.
Her breathing stilled. âMr. Hughes, you really do have a lot of free time.â
Hughes chuckled, âIâm searching for your video, arenât I? With so many to choose from, itâs only natural I preview a few.â
Emma, growing impatient, retorted, âWhen you find it, send it to me.â
âLauren, Iâm doing you a favor here. Are you really going to be this heartless?â
His use of the name Lauren took her aback. It had been ages since anyone had called her by that name.
His voice, clear and deep, continued, âLauren, Iâve been sleeping until now because of you. I just rolled out of bed and here I am, searching for your video. You really donât care about me.â
Emma responded coolly, âWhatâs that got to do with me?â
âItâs got everything to do with you. If you hadnât kept me up so late, I wouldnât have had to make amends by playing cards all night with my friends.â
Emma sighed, âThen please, Mr. Hughes, just find it. Iâm in a hurry.â
âI am looking, arenât I? Tell me, is this the one?â As he spoke, Hughes turned up the volume on another video.
Emma quickly turned down the speaker, and her cheeks were flaming once more. She knew it. Hughes was nothing but trouble!
She shut her eyes tight. âThatâs not itâ¦â
After a moment, another clip played. The voice of a woman poured through the speaker. Emma gritted her teeth. âNot that one either.â
âAlright, next one.â
As the voices played on, Emmaâs face turned crimson, and her heart was racing. She knew Hughes was doing this on purpose. Taking a deep breath, she said, âThatâs not it either.â
âNot this one?â Hughes asked, with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Emma inwardly cursed him. âNo!â
âOh, this is from last night, us two⦠Lauren, has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?â
Emma replied flatly, âNo.â
Throughout her life, she had received compliments on her physique, but rarely on anything else. She never saw the advantage in her curvaceous figure. In middle school, it had nearly led to an assault. To her, an attractive body was more a source of trouble than pride. And as for her looks, no one had ever taken much notice.