Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

When did Young Madame Walker come in? They had somehow missed it.

Meeting her ink-jade-like eyes, Emily Walker regained her composure with a hint of melancholy.

But on the surface, she revealed nothing and simply turned around indifferently, leaving the small room to return to the bedroom.

Watching her retreating figure, Baron Stuart remained calm without saying a word.

Lying on the soft large bed, Emily’s mind was filled with the ghastly wound on his back.

How and when was that wound inflicted? She was oblivious.

A pang of heartache sprouted in her heart, but it was kept hidden and never revealed.

Their relationship had now become ambiguous. It wasn’t quite a cold war, nor an argument.

It had been a few days since they had a proper exchange, despite the physical proximity, they were like strangers.

One hour later, the private jet landed in City C.

Upon disembarking, a chauffeur-driven car was waiting.

Baron Stuart’s arrival was eagerly anticipated by some of City C’s business tycoons, who sought opportunities to collaborate with Futuren Group.

After disembarking from the private jet, he got into the Black Bentley and arrived at the pre-booked five-star hotel.

By then, it was already six in the evening.

Returning to her room, Emily found herself a bit hungry but she didn’t want to ask him for food at this moment!

Who could have known, it was her first time visiting City C, she was unfamiliar with the place, did not carry money, it was even tough to buy some bread.

“Hungry?” Baron Stuart came out of the bedroom, having already changed into a finely crafted handmade suit.

She was startled to hear him ask her the question just as she was thinking she was hungry.

Lifting her head, she was somewhat surprised to see him dressed formally, as if he was going to attend some banquet.

She looked away, his attire was indeed… attractive.

Dressed so well, she wondered who he was trying to impress.

Suddenly, Emily found herself irrationally jealous.

“No!” Emily replied, her tone somewhat indifferent.

Baron Stuart knew she was sulking, so he didn’t say anything. Instead, he picked up his cell phone and ordered, “Have dinner sent up.”

“Yes.” Clayton Howard’s respectful voice echoed from the other end of the phone.

10 minutes later, the hotel waiter delivered a dinner. Seeing the delicious dishes, Emily’s stomach growled even more.

However, she stubbornly remained seated on the sofa without moving a muscle.

Baron Stuart glanced at her before walking over to the dining table and began eating.

The aroma of the dinner hit her nostrils as she lifted her head towards the dining table, just in time to see Baron Stuart slowly chewing on a piece of steak.

His gaze, however, was directed towards her on the sofa, as if aware that she had been watching him.

In response to his gaze, Emily quickly turned her head away, looking somewhat flustered.

She was convinced he was doing it deliberately.

Just as she was considering this, the noise of footsteps nearby echoed. The sound emanating from the exquisite handmade leather shoes could only belong to this man.

Emily held her breath, somewhat apprehensive about lifting her head to look at him.

With a plate of steak in his hand, Baron Stuart came and sat next to her, placing the steak on the low table before offering her a piece with the fork.

(Continued at night)