Chapter 3

"It's just a necklace, what's there to be angry about? Besides, these things were originally yours," Adrian said, soothingly stroking Chloe's hand.

Right, the necklace, the clothes, even her husband's love and this marriage, all belonged to Chloe. And I was just a thief who stole someone else's things, an unworthy person.

I thought numbly.

"But Emma seems unhappy. Never mind, I'll give it back to Emma," Chloe said with a look of grievance, about to take off the necklace.

"I said you don't need to!" Adrian carefully put the necklace back on Chloe's neck. When he looked at me, his eyes were full of disgust.

"I thought you had changed your old habits, but I didn't expect you to be jealous of even a necklace. If I had known, I should have let you stay in the club for a few more days!"

"No!" The terrible memories surged up, and I reflexively knelt down, pulling at Adrian's clothes.

"I don't want the necklace. Please don't send me back! Mr. Foster, I know Miss White is the real wife, I won't fight for the necklace, I'll be obedient."

Adrian unusually didn't say anything. Was my attitude not sincere enough?

I bit my nails, my dull eyes rolling restlessly in their sockets, like a drug addict going through withdrawal.

"I can sweep the floor, I can even live in the bathroom... No, I can leave, I won't be in your way here. Just treat me like a stray dog, don't send me back."

As I spoke, I started barking like a dog at Adrian.

My words were jumbled, and I don't know which sentence triggered Adrian, causing his face to darken even more.

"Shut up!" Adrian roared in a low voice.

I looked at Adrian blankly. In the past, when I learned to bark like a dog, they would be satisfied and let me go. Why didn't it work on Adrian?

Chloe sighed. "Adrian, why don't we just send her back? To deal with me, she can even resort to pretending to be crazy."

Adrian didn't refute, but was seriously considering the feasibility.

The experiences in the club appeared in front of my eyes like a kaleidoscope, frame by frame. Being splashed with unknown liquids, kneeling naked in the snow, being forced to eat pieces of meat...

No, I'd rather die than go back to the club!

I suddenly lunged towards the car door, without hesitation, about to jump out.

Just as my feet were about to touch the ground, Adrian caught me by the waist and pulled me back.

Before I could even sit steady, a slap came flying at my face.

"You may not care about your life, but don't dirty my car!" Adrian yelled.

I mumbled, "I'm sorry. I just didn't want to make you angry."

This was the only solution I could think of.

Chloe leaned on Adrian's shoulder. "Adrian, since she wants to get out of the car, let's let her. It's only ten miles to the old house, she can walk there with a bit of effort. That's much safer than jumping out of a moving car, don't you think, Emma?"

It's just ten miles, which was already much better than being dragged behind the car.

I nodded frantically, afraid that a second's delay would send me back.

"Since you're so eager to get out of the car, how can I not grant your wish?"

The Maybach stopped, and Adrian grabbed my hair and dragged me out.

The pouring rain hit me, and I realized it was raining.

Panic flashed across my face as memories I had carefully hidden were dug up again, tearing at my heart.

When I first came to the club, I was still very stubborn. The manager dragged me out of the room in front of everyone, and a stick as thick as a wrist hit my stomach. There was a pool of blood beneath me...

I dared not close my eyes, feeling as if the next moment I would see the child crawling through the rain, asking me with a face full of blood and tears why I didn't protect him.

Seeing Adrian and Chloe about to get in the car, I clung desperately to the car door.

"Mr. Foster, I beg you to let me in the car. Don't leave me alone here."