"Hiss—" Harrison Yale gasped in pain.
Did she really hit him?!
But thinking that Emma Aiden mistook him for Alder Vitelli and that punch was meant for Alder Vitelli, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Since she drunkenly mistook him, he might as well play along.
"Emma Aiden, you just said you like your Harry, is it true?" Harrison Yale cupped her face with both hands, pinching her hard to keep her from falling asleep.
"Shhh—" Hearing his words, Emma Aiden's eyes widened suddenly, and with a finger, she pressed it against his thin lips, her face full of mystery.
"Don't let anyone hear this, I like Harry, but I can't like him now." Emma Aiden blinked, and as soon as she finished speaking, her eyes turned red, her whole being a bit aggrieved, like a cat, snuggling into Harrison Yale's embrace.
And then she started crying.
"Wah—" From initial sobs to loud wails.
Throughout the whole process, Harrison Yale was completely bewildered.
