Emerald wanted to cry but had no tears. The woman clung to her like an overenthusiastic pendant—poking her cheeks, touching her arms, and even wrapping her arms around Emerald's small waist.
If she hadn't firmly gripped her own body for dear life, this woman would have reached her thighs by now!
Alaric's so-called blind date was terrifying. She just wanted to go home.
"Enough." Alaric finally scolded in a low voice.
Emerald looked at him with deep gratitude. Yes! Finally, some control!
Take care of your own blind date, or she's going to devour me whole!
She gave him a pleading look, silently screaming for help.
But instead of rescuing her, Alaric turned serious and said, "You're not allowed to touch my wife. Hands off."
Wife?!
Nina clicked her tongue, withdrawing her hand but not without squeezing Emerald's waist one last time.
"So stingy," she huffed before smirking. "Tsk, tsk. What a soft waist."
Emerald was this close to crying.
What kind of blind date is this?!
