Contract Marriage? True Love

Chapter 18: Happy Birthday

Emma had a sullen look on her face as she sat on the sofa.

Without saying a word, she took the tissue and wiped her nose.

She just hung on the sofa and refused to leave.

It was the first time that she had seen Oliver act like a mad dog.

She was almost scared out of her wits.

Oliver turned speechless.

He didn't know how to coax girls.

He shook his head, sighed, and turned around to take out a bunch of roses under his desk.

"Happy birthday, Emma.’ Emma was stunned, and her red nose twitched.

It occurred to her that today was indeed her birthday.

She had been so busy with the design drawings that she had forgotten about it.

"How do you know my birthday?"

She had never mentioned her birthday to Oliver.

"Because you have worked in Wood Enterprise and all the information of you is on the resume and contract, I remember your birthday very clearly."

Emma had never expected that Oliver would pay so much attention to such a trivial thing.

"Stay with me tonight.I won't do anything to you.I just want to celebrate your birthday."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Emma lowered her eyes and felt awkward.

"Obviously, you didn't give me a chance to say it.You were in a hurry to leave when the clothes were sent over.I wanted you to stay, and you even quarreled with me.’ "....

After careful consideration, it seemed that Oliver was not to blame.

Emma pounced on him and said, "I'm sorry..."

Emma sniffed the bunch of roses, which smelled good.

"I don't what to say to you."

Oliver poked the mid-brows of Emma.

Emma stuck out her tongue.

"Let's go."

Oliver pulled Emma’s hand, "I'll take you to a place."

"Hmm? It's not over yet? Where are we going...It's completely dark."

Emma thought.

After a while, Emma, the poor woman, saw the most beautiful night scene in her life.

Standing on the yacht not far from Oliver's private apartment, she raised her goblet and instantly had the illusion that she was a rich woman.

The river was beautiful, reflecting the city lights.

"Fireworks!"

Emma grabbed Oliver's clothes and shouted excitedly.

"Be careful, the red wine will spill on the skirt."

Seeing Emma's happy face, Oliver was not sure what to do next.

Emma changed into a long red dress.When she first put on it, she still thought it was a bit cheesy.

But Oliver said it was beautiful and she should wear such a warm-color skirt since today was her birthday.

When Oliver proposed to ask Emma to drink, she refused with a red face, saying that she was not good at drinking.

Unexpectedly, when she had the wine, she was so happy that she jumped and jumped.

Although she was dressed in an expensive long dress, it still could not hide her unruly character.

Oliver had been sitting on the yacht and drinking.

Seeing that Emma was so happy, he just shook his head and smiled.

The night when they met with each other flashed across his mind.

At that night, she was also so happy that she forgot her manner.

"Oliver, you, you are so great!"

Emma gave a thumbs-up to the man, "Look at you, this yacht, this building, this apartment, and the luxury car parked on the side of the road.They are all for you! I really envy you..."

Emma looked at the fireworks in the sky with a little tipsy feeling.

The man chuckled on the side, feeling that the little girl was still quite interesting when she was drunk and talked nonsense in a dazes.

"You're not like me.I have an older sister, so I should share a lot of things with her...I should share the parents love, the pocket money and so on.

The only one thing we haven't shared is a man.

Oliver didn't know what to say, and he stopped when he was about to drink, looking at her stupid look in the distance with a pair of deep eyes.

He also knew how eager Emma was to prove herself.

He liked the look when she refused to admit defeat.

But many times, he felt that she was too naive.

The yacht stopped at the shore, but Emma refused to go down.

At this time, two familiar figures came from the distance.

One looked over 40 years old, and the other should be about the same age as Oliver.

"Ollie, you came here to play with your another girlfriend?"

The older man seemed to be joking, "It's good to be young and vigorous!"

Oliver grabbed Emma and scolded her to stand up straight as if he w as scolding a little kid, "Uncle, this is my girlfriend Emma Brook.It's her birthday today.I'm sorry she is acting like this."

Uncle? Emma was stunned.This man was Oliver's uncle.

He looked kind and amiable.Thomas bent down and half closed his eyes.

He looked at Emma and found that she looked like a well-behaved girl.

But it seemed that she was drunk.

He smiled and said, "Happy birthday, Miss Brook."

"Thank you..."

Thomas turned around and nudged Gavin Wood, who was next to him, "Gav, why not greet the beauty?"

The man named Gavin cast a questioning look at Emma.Emma timidly looked into his eyes.

For some unknown reason, his eyes made her feel very uncomfortable, as if they had see through her.

On the contrary, Emma could not tell what Gavin was thinking from his eyes.

All of a sudden, she was flustered.

She took a few steps behind Oliver.

Gavin did not speak for a long time.

Thomas patted Gavin on his shoulder, "Gav, you will scare her by behaving like this." NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Oliver forced a smile and held Emma's shoulder, "My brother is such a person.Don't mind."

"H-huh?"

What did she hear just now? The man called Gavin was actually Oliver's brother! Under the light of the fireworks, Emma saw Gavin's face clearly.

To be honest, these two people were somewhat similar! "Uncle, why are you here? Would you like to have a drink with me?"

Oliver warmly invited him, but Thomas shook his head and said, "No, no.Today is your private time.I am just passing by to have a look with Gav."

When it came to drinking, Emma's eyes lit up again.

She grabbed Thomas's sleeve and said, "Uncle, drink with me..."

Oliver turned speechless.

He warned in a low voice, "Emma...

"Hahahaha...cute! I like it.Come on, drink a little.Ollie, is it OK?"

Thomas blinked at Oliver.

Now that his uncle had said so, what else could he do? "All right."

The three of them talked on the yacht.

Gavin couldn't drink and just sat far away from them.

He focused his eyes on Emma and Oliver, as if he wanted to find something from her.

Oliver hadn't expected that his uncle and Emma could talk so happily.

They talked about eventing from hot news, the economy to the career.

Even Emma could tell a lot of things that he didn't know, which was praised by Thomas.

Emma looked up at the sky and sighed, "The only one who get us rid of troubles is wine!"

Thomas said, "Agree!"

Oliver, ".."

That night, Emma was so happy that she felt that all her worries for the past few days had disappeared.

Oliver checked the time and found it was nine oclock.

It was time for him to send Emma home.

Thomas and Gavin also got up to leave.

Oliver supported Emma, who was so drunk that she almost fell asleep.

Gavin passed by him and held his shoulder.

"Ollie."

His tone was so cold that it sounded like a warning, "Don't be too conceited."

Oliver smiled and said in a sarcastic tone, "Got it."

Emma slept so deeply that Oliver couldn't wake her up no matter how hard he tried.

He sighed.

How could he send her back since Emma was so sleepy...

It was not appropriate for her parents to know that their daughter get drunk outside with a man.

He thought about it and decided to drive the car to his private apartment.

The smell of alcohol wafted all over Emma's body as she was brought home.

She mumbled incomprehensible words.

Oliver carried her up and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.

Emma, who was lying on the bed, was dressed in a red dress.

Her long hair was scattered.

And after drinking wine, her face was flushed.

Oliver was stunned.

Such a scene was full of temptation.

He sat by the bed and gently poked Emma's face.

Pretending to dislike her, he said, "I really can't let you go out drinking alone since you look like this when you are drunk."

Now he finally realized that Emma was a drunkard.

Regardless of his dissuasion, Emma drank so much today.

Oliver really wanted to teach her a lesson.

He reached out his hands to her and wanted to take off her clothes.

But...considering that today was her birthday, he decided to forgive her.

Her hand, which wanted to take off her clothes, was suspended in the air, and finally was taken back.

Today, she was very tired, so let it go.

Oliver moved his face close to her face and kissed her, "Good night, little girl."

Fireworks lit up several spots in the night sky outside the French window, illuminating the woman in sleeping.

Emma got up in a daze and only felt a splitting headache.

She pulled her hair randomly.

Where was this? It seemed that it was Oliver's apartment...

Huh? She didn't come home yesterday? She looked down and saw that she was still wearing the red dress she wore last night, and...there was a smell of alcohol.

No, she had to take a shower as soon as possible.

"Ring Ring..."

The phone next to the pillow kept ringing.

Emma stretched out her hand lazily and picked it up, "Hello..."

"Good morning, Emma."

The man's magnetic voice ran through her brain, waking her up in an instant.

"Oliver, why didn't you send me home yesterday? I didn't tell my parents.They must be very worried."

"You were drunk last night.How dare I send you back?"

The man on the other side of the phone chuckled, "Don't worry.I have called your parents."

"Oh.I told you that I couldn't drink, but you made me drink so bad that I lost consciousness.It's all your fault."

"...

Oliver felt so speechless on the other side of the phone.

This little fairy was really not cute when she was unreasonable.

The man suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled.

His tone was so light that it sounded like he was hypnotizing, "Emma, you're going to be late."

"Huh?"

Emma moved the phone away from her ear and looked at the time displayed on the screen.

What? Emma immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to clean up her face.

"Idiot Oliver! Why didn't you say this earlier?"

She shouted at the other side of the phone while brushing her teeth, and then decisively hung up the phone.

Oh my god! She couldn't be late.

Aina was not a woman to be trifled with! She picked up the slice of bread on the dinner table and ran out with it in her mouth.

She still had the smell of alcohol on her.

There was no need to care so much! She couldn't care about it now as the most important thing was to go to work!