Arthur hugged her body and pressed her hard under the bed, against her forehead, smelling the scent of wine between her lips and teeth, and said viciously "You want to get away from me so easily? Since you're here, it's not too late to have a good time before you leave!"

Emma stared at him incredulously. How could such nasty words come out of Arthur's mouth?

"Arthur, you're a soldier, aren’t you?" Emma inclined her head to look at him.

"What? Does it matter to you whether I'm a soldier or not?" Arthur looked at her with cold eyes.

"Since you're a soldier. You should mind your image. Don’t bully...