"What kind of wine is this? Was it spirit?" She murmured, and her two restless hands fumbled to pull her clothes.

Arthur was furious, and he held down her restless hands and growled "Do not take off!"

"Take your hands off!" The drunken Emma was incredibly strong and kicked the pouncing Arthur off the sofa, but he rolled around on the floor and pounced on her again in annoyance.

"Rascal!" She curled her calves and thrust them against his crotch. The force was heavy and he was caught unawares by her. He grunted in pain, his face turning livid.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Arthur deadlocked her arms and forcefully broke the two legs she was trying to bring together.

"You let go of me, you let go of me!" She couldn't make a sound inside her throat, and her face turned red from lack of oxygen.

The pain of suffocation hit her, and her head sobered up a bit. She noticed that the man in front of her wanted her life and immediately find her sober. Her body was drenched in sweat. She tensed up her two thighs, and at once topped Arthur's chest, but his chest was so robust that she felt her knee hurt.

"You want to fight with me with your shoddy kung fu?" Arthur looked at her askance with a thin smile at the corners of his mouth.

She struggled backward and the back was the corner of the table. She would rather hit her forehead on the corner of the table than be choked to death by him. At this time, she had a strong desire for life and exerted all the strength towards the table while he suddenly relaxed his grip on her, and let go of her neck. She overexerted herself, and the whole person hit the corner of the table. Her forehead bled and the salty taste rushed inside her mouth.

"Shit!" She cursed in pain.

"This is the price for fighting with me!" Arthur lazily got up, wearing a cruel smile.

"Humph, you are cruel!" She lightly raised the corner of her lips, with a brimming determination on her face.

Arthur hated that look on her face which showed that she didn't care about anything. He gritted his teeth to control his impulse to chock her again.

"What? Want to choke me to death? Come on?" She smiled, the blood still flowing from the corner of her forehead, but she just frowned.

He admired her tenacity. It was true that the mob boss's daughter was different from ordinary people because her character was as stinky and hard as a stone.

"Your Hall family is unkind to me. The first day I come, I hurt seriously," she wiped a handful of blood from her forehead. Thanks to the alcohol, the feeling of pain dulled a bit. If she was sober, she would cry out.

Arthur looked at her and suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was like a stubborn wild donkey, running to his side full of wildness, and she managed to provoke his desire to conquer. He made up his mind to make her docile, and then throw her away. Then, he would certainly feel particularly comfortable!

"Let me help you dress your wound!" Arthur went to find the medicine box.

"Are you that kind?" Emma narrowed her eyes at him, not believing at all that he would be kind to her.

"The fact that my father has asked me to get engaged to you is already undeniable, so I can only accept," he said with a mock sigh.

"Is that so? You can not promise your father" Emma did not understand why he would promise his father.

"Do you think this is something that I can decide?" Arthur coldly snorted. If he dared not agree to Frank, he had every reason to believe that his father, who was a general, would shoot him dead with his gun and then throw his body into the sea to feed the sharks.

Emma was really tired, and she half lying on the sofa, letting him dress her wound.

"How come you're not afraid of hurting your forehead, which will disfigure it?" Arthur asked her.

"Face is just a layer of skin. What's important?" She snorted coldly.

Arthur froze. It seemed that she did not care much about what she looked like.

"Then how about I take a knife and scratch your face a few times?" Arthur smiled evilly.

"How dare you!" Emma glared up.

"Hmph, you're really pretending. You would care about your face, you're as superficial as other women," he muttered discontentedly.

"Then is it okay if I stab two bloody holes on your face?" Emma asked him with gritted teeth.

"How dare you!" He then thundered.

"That's it, get out of the way, I'm sleepy, no bullshit for you" she lazily rolled over and slept directly on the sofa.

"Hmph" Arthur coldly snorted, and then left. But suddenly he found that the door was locked from the outside. He rapped hard on the door. No one answered and opened the door for him as if no one was at home.

He quickly ran to the window. As if someone had long sensed his intentions, even the window was sealed from the outside. He slapped the window in annoyance and cursed his dad.

Emma felt that the aftertaste of the wine was so strong that she felt her body was on fire. She could not stand that heat and simply took off her clothes. But she still felt uncomfortable all over her body. She wanted to get up to get a glass of water to drink but happened to run into Arthur who returned from the window.

Arthur was completely stunned because only within a few minutes, this drunk woman was naked standing in front of him. Her body was sexy in the S-shape. And her face was also with a naive and innocent expression. He was a normal man. If he had no physical reaction, it must be abnormal.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a woman's body?" The dazed Emma raised her hand and gave Arthur a slap.

The clear sound woke up Arthur, who had fallen into lust.

He was about to get angry when an enchanting figure crashed into his arms. He froze on the spot and did not dare to move for a long time. However, she was like on fire, stretching out her pink small tongue, prying open his teeth, and their tongue tightly entwined.

Arthur looked at her unnaturally red face, and the lower half of his body indisputably reacted. His cock was right against her thighs, and he was uncomfortable by the hardness.

"Get away," he restrained his inner desire and pushed her away with all his strength.

She fell to the ground, and her snow-white breasts trembled violently. She opened her cherry mouth, looked at him in confusion with her big foggy eyes, and flattened her mouth in the grievance.

Arthur gritted his teeth and thought that his father had gone too far. He even drugged this woman. For what purpose did he have to force his son to marry this woman? What's the hell great about this woman?

He forcefully picked up the confused Emma and threw her fiercely into the bathtub, using cold water to drench her hair. She sneezed loudly. She was at a loss as she looked at the exasperated man in front of her, a deep fear flowing from the depths of her eyes.