Chapter 128 Emily Loses Her Sense of Taste

"Alright, go ahead and take care of your business!" Melinda said, not wanting to interfere with his life.

Raymond gave her a long, deep look before turning and leaving.

Meanwhile, Emily hung up the phone and rushed back to her room. Standing in front of the mirror, she eagerly opened her makeup bag.

She had to get ready immediately, looking her best for Raymond's arrival.

Her face had healed, and she had taken good care of her skin. Under the light, her complexion was rosy and radiant. Emily smiled with delight.

Even though her face still bore a resemblance to Melinda's.

But Emily wanted Raymond so badly.

She applied meticulous makeup, slipped into a seductive lace nightgown, and draped a sheer robe over it.

Emily sat on the couch, waiting.

As night fell, a black sedan pulled into the villa's driveway. Raymond stepped out, tall and straight, dressed in a black trench coat, exuding a cold, stern aura.

Emily watched him through the glass, mesmerized.

She had to have him, to possess him.

Emily felt a sudden wave of nervousness.

She had changed her face; surely Raymond would like it, right?

But then she thought, Raymond was the type who was more drawn to what he couldn't have.

Besides, she had her face altered to look like Melinda's.

When the door opened, Emily's eyes lit up with excitement.

In the dim light, she sat on the couch with a thin blanket over her, her face tilted up... a

face that bore a striking resemblance to Melinda's, with a touch of softness and gentleness.

Raymond's steps faltered.

So Emily's story about going abroad was a lie; she had actually undergone plastic surgery.

And she had done it to look like Melinda.

"Raymond, I know you like her, so... I had surgery to look like her. Please, don't reject me!" Emily looked at Raymond with joy, her voice tinged with a hint of pleading. "You didn't have to do this. You are you, and she is she..." Raymond sat on the couch opposite her, his eyes showing a trace of unfamiliarity as he looked at Emily's face.

"But I want to be like Melinda, to get your attention and affection," Emily said, biting her red lips, looking pitiful.

Raymond frowned but ultimately said nothing.

Emily's eyes dimmed as she realized she saw no affection or tenderness in Raymond's gaze.

He... was still so indifferent.

"Raymond, this is the pregnancy test from back then..." Emily took a folder from beside her and handed it to Raymond.

"I couldn't bear to part with it, so I've kept it all these years."

Raymond stood up, took the folder, and pulled out the ultrasound report.

The date on it was from five years ago, the day he had come to Shadow City!

And the name on the report was Emily, with a pregnancy timeline that matched his.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you," Raymond said, his voice hoarse.

Emily's eyes reddened. "No... it was my fault."

Raymond put down the report and looked at Emily, his gaze softer than ever before.

"Let's not talk about the past," Emily said, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. "I just want you to stay with me."

Emily tried to hug him, but Raymond stepped back.

"Raymond, I promise you, I won't leave you again..."

"I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you. I'll find a nutritionist to help you recover," Raymond said.

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Emily clutched her stomach, whispering, "It hurts."

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Emily grabbed his arm, pulling herself into his embrace, holding him tightly. "I'm cold, Raymond. Can you hold me?"

Raymond's gaze darkened as he wrapped the blanket around her. "I'll turn up the heat."

"No! I just want you to hold me."

Emily held him tighter, closing her eyes, greedily inhaling Raymond's scent.

Raymond's body stiffened, and he patted her shoulder.

Except for Melinda, any woman's touch made him instinctively recoil.

Emily suddenly grabbed her phone, turned on the camera, and took a selfie of herself

in Raymond's arms, her face tilted up, her eyes soft and tender. "When you're not here, I can look at this."

Raymond pushed her away and walked to the wall-mounted control panel, turning up the temperature for the entire villa.

Emily stood up, letting her sweater slip off, revealing the pink camisole underneath.

Her half-exposed body, barely covered, looked incredibly alluring as she gazed at Raymond.

Emily's figure was curvy and voluptuous, the current ideal of beauty. Any other man would have lost control and pounced on her.

"Raymond, I'm cold..." Emily spun around, unable to pick up her clothes from the floor. She looked at Raymond with innocent, watery eyes.

Raymond calmly adjusted the temperature, glancing at her but showing no expression, his eyes cold and clear.

"Raymond... please, just hold me," Emily's plea was more than just a simple seduction. Raymond finished adjusting the temperature, walked over, picked up her sweater, and draped it over her, covering her exposed body.

"Emily, what happened before was my fault, but you can't force feelings," Raymond said, not knowing how many times he had rejected Emily, yet she never seemed to understand.

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Emily clutched the sweater, looking at Raymond, who had picked up his phone from the table. She panicked. "Please don't go."

Raymond didn't answer her, instead asking, "You can find a boyfriend. When you get married, I'll throw you a grand wedding."

With that, Raymond walked to the door, turned, and disappeared into the night. Leaving Emily alone, feeling lost.

The coldness of the body could be warmed with clothes, but the coldness of the heart had no cure.

He liked Melinda's face, so she had the courage to change hers to look like Melinda's.

It was so similar, but why could he still ignore her?

Emily clenched her fists, looking at the photo she had taken. Her eyes were like roses covered in frost. She picked up her phone and sent the photo to Melinda.

"If I can't have him, Melinda won't either."

Emily shouted into the night, then returned to the couch, downing a glass of red wine in one gulp.

As she drank, she felt a faint tingling in her throat. She frowned; something tasted off.

She took another glass and drank it, the tingling lessened, but it still tasted strange.

Emily stared at the empty wine glass in disbelief. Had she finished it?

What was going on? Why was her sense of taste fading?

Emily ran to the fridge on the second floor, opened it, and grabbed a bottle of juice.

She twisted off the cap and took a big gulp.

The juice's sweetness didn't register in her mouth.

She ran to the kitchen, took some salt, and put a large pinch in her mouth.

The salt, which should have tasted very salty, tasted bland.

What was happening? Was her sense of taste disappearing? Panicked, Emily grabbed her phone and drove to the hospital.