My Most Precious Wife novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Hunter, You Scum

Time stood still in the car.

Emily's hand was trembling and Liam, the driver, broke out in cold sweat. He was worried about the cut on the master's neck.

Only Hunter remained expressionless and emotionless throughout the encounter. He glanced outside at the two men and said, to Emily and Liam's disbelief, "Drive!"

"Dri... Drive?" Liam was shocked. Was his boss really being threatened by his future wife?

Mr. Hunter was revered as a god in Bentson City. He has never ever been threatened before, especially by someone holding a knife! Anyone who dared might as well been asking for death.

Emily could not think straight. As the car drove out of the hotel car park, she eased the grip and the eyebrow trimmer slipped from her grasp.

The trimmer dropped onto Hunter's strong hands and he tossed it aside.

"Where do you want to go?" The voice was strangely reassuring. She could never tire from listening to that deep manly voice.

Emily unconsciously grabbed onto his shirt as her body continued to heat up and she was starting to feel dizzy.

But there was this thought in her mind, deep in her consciousness.

"Hunter..." Her breathing was short and labored. With a husky voice, she said, "I don't love you, I never will love you. You scum!"

Liam flinched and almost lost control of the car. Tonight's their engagement. How could she be so disrespectful? Although he knew that Mr. Hunter was only obeying his grandmother's wishes for this arranged marriage, how could she disrespect him?