CEO's Substitute Bride

Emmett just happened to be a little thirsty. He took the cup of water and drank it naturally.

When he looked up again, he saw Alyssa looking like she wanted to say something but could not say it. He looked down at the cup and seemed to take a deep breath. Then he asked Angela, "Where did you get the water?"

Angela pointed to the bathroom and said naively, "From there. There's a lot of water there. Daddy, do you want to drink more?"

Angela was usually a princess at home. The maids walked around her all the time and took good care of her. How could she know what water she could drink or what water she could not drink?

Emmett pursed his lips tightly and said with a heavy expression, "You cannot drink the water there in the future, do you know?"

Angela curled her lips. "Why? Pretty sister said the water is good."

At this moment, Alyssa just remembered that Angela had used the same glass to fetch water for her to drink. . .

Then wasn't it. . . equivalent to an indirect kiss between her and Emmett?

She didn't know if Emmett had thought of the same question as her, but he gave her a meaningful glance.

Alyssa hurriedly turned her head away. "My fiancé should be back soon. I will wait for him first."

After she finished speaking, she walked out in a rush.

What she didn't know was that Emmett's eyes were fixed on her lips as she spoke.

Alyssa walked out of Emmett's house and leaned against the wall, looking up and letting out a long sigh of relief.

Why was she so nervous standing in front of Emmett?

Didn't they just drink from the same cup?

Why did she feel as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat?

She never felt this way when she was with Sampson all day long.

Besides, Emmett was a man with a cold personality and an illegitimate daughter. How could he be any better than Sampson?

After a while, Alyssa calmed her breathing and saw Sampson walk out of the elevator.

When Sampson saw her, he walked over with big strides. He asked with concern, "Where did you go? I just came home and saw your phone and keys, so I went to the convenience store to ask if they had seen you."

Sampson and Alyssa were both good-looking people. As they walked in and out of the neighborhood in pairs, the boss of the convenience store at the entrance of the neighborhood knew them.

Alyssa thought of the cup of water and felt a little guilty. She looked away and said, "I forgot to bring my keys. I was at the neighbor's house just now."

Hearing this, Sampson smiled and said. "Are you so careless? Looks like you really can't do it without me."

Right at this moment, the door to the side opened.

Alyssa and Sampson turned their heads together. They saw Emmett standing at the entrance in a black house uniform.

Sampson, who was about to reach out to hold Alyssa's hand, stopped. "Mr. Lawrence."

"So Mr. Lawrence is our new neighbor."

Alyssa did not know if it was her illusion or not, but she felt that Sampson's tone did not sound surprised. Instead, he had a feeling that he had expected it.

Emmett crossed his arms and said indifferently, "I didn't expect to be your neighbor. I was surprised too."

"I hope we can have a chance to gather together. We need to go home and eat first." As Sampson spoke, he smiled gently at Alyssa and held her hand.

Alyssa curled her fingers subconsciously. Sampson could only hold the back of her hand.

This was a physiological rejection reaction. Every time Sampson had physical contact with her, her body would naturally reject him.

In the past, Sampson would let go of her at times like this.

But this time, it was as if he did it on purpose. Not only did he not let go of Alyssa's hand, but he held it even tighter.

Emmett swept his gaze over the two people's hands that were held together. An inexplicable emotion flashed in his ink eyes, as he said, "What a coincidence. We have not eaten either."

Hearing this, Alyssa asked in surprise, "You guys have not eaten yet so late?"

It was almost nine o'clock, but they still hadn't eaten dinner.

It was fine for a grown man like Emmett. But Angela was just a toddler, how could she bear it?

"Yes." Emmett replied indifferently. There was no trace of lying at all.

"Why don't you come over and eat together? I have cooked several dishes."

Just as Alyssa finished speaking, Emmett said, "Okay."

His tone did not change, but he answered so quickly that one could easily tell his eagerness.

After Emmett finished speaking, he turned his head and called into the room, "Angela, it's time to eat."

Angela ran over in slippers, "Didn't we eat already?"

Emmett held her hand and said with a natural look, "That was lunch."

"But Uncle Frank said before..." Angela wanted to argue with him but Emmett interrupted her. "Uncle Sampson and Auntie Alyssa invited us to dinner. What are you going to say?"

Angela said obediently, "Thank you, Uncle Sampson and . . . Auntie Alyssa."

When she said “Auntie Alyssa”, she clearly hesitated for a moment.

Beautiful women were all older sisters. How could she call her auntie?

She looked at Emmett and then looked at Alyssa with a blank expression.

Emmett brought Angela to Sampson's house openly to freeload.