Wesley bit Yuna hardly.

It did not satisfy him.

He then bit Yuna's lips hard. Every bite made Yuna feel his strength, but it was not enough to hurt her and made her feel like he was slowly eating tasty jellies.

After a long time, Wesley explained. "I will think you are calling me."

Yuna reacted instantly.

Emily, Emily.

Indeed, they had the same pronunciation. But in fact, they were two different words!

"Wesley..." Yuna was speechless. "You're really becoming more and more childish..."

Wesley dangerously and ambiguously got closer to Yuna with his firm part against her and asked, "Are you sure?"

The familiar intimacy awakened Yuna's memory. The scenes of that night a few days ago became pictures and flashed through her mind...

Her face became as hot as burning fire.

Usually, Yuna would do whatever she wanted, and she would never blush or feel embarrassed. Only at this time, her cheeks would be charmingly red, as if two thin red clouds were merging into her smooth and fair skin, which appeared very attractive.

Wesley pressed his thin lips against Yuna's face, kissed her gently, and then whispered in her ear, "Do you know what to do next?"

In others' eyes, Wesley was cruel, bloodthirsty, cold, and indifferent, but people were willing to submit to him because he held enormous power.

Only Yuna knew that apart from those aspects, Wesley was very sexy.

Just like at this moment, his defined muscle lines, the temperature of his lips, his low and hoarse voice... all of them were tempting her.

Wesley didn't even make any effort, but she had been bewitched by him again.

Well, she was just a spineless woman...

Yuna closed her eyes and kissed Wesley like she had done last time.

She was too familiar with Wesley.

Without opening her eyes, she knew exactly where she should start to please him.

"Good girl." Wesley gently bit Yuna's ear. "I'll help you later."

His hoarse and magnetic voice was too tempting, and Yuna's last sense of reason was shattered. She replied with a soft "yep" and left a deep red mark on Wesley's collarbone.

Such marks spread down and eventually disappeared...

This was the shortest night in Wesley's life.

He always felt that the sky outside seemed to light up in the blink of an eye.

A new day had arrived.

When Wesley woke up, Yuna was still sleeping soundly, and her fair and smooth face looked particularly charming in the morning light.

He did not disturb Yuna as he gently let go of her, washed up, and went downstairs.

The manager of the club brought him today's newspaper. The headline on the society column was about Liang Zhong's accidental death.

According to the report, Liang Zhong, the criminal suspect being investigated by the police of Arlington, was found dead in the suburbs by the police yesterday afternoon. After the investigation, Liang Zhong might have had a dispute with his men. In the end, the situation was out of control, and the car rolled down the hill and was destroyed. Liang Zhong died in that car crash.

In addition, the police found some clues at the scene of Liang Zhong's death, which proved that the gunfight that had happened in the suburbs a few days ago had something to do with Liang Zhong. The two cases were under investigation together.

As for whether the two cases involved anyone else, the police would try their best to hunt for clues.

Seeing this, Wesley turned over the newspaper.

The information sent by him to the police station was enough to sentence Liang Zhong to death.

However, before the police caught Liang Zhong, he died.

Of course, the police would investigate further, but there would never be any clues leading to Wesley. In the end, Liang Zhong's case was successfully closed, and his cooperation with others continued.

If someone offended him, he might still have a way out.

However, those who dared to threaten him would definitely end up like Liang Zhong.

Wesley put down the newspaper and intended to ask the staff of the club to bring him a cup of coffee.

As soon as he picked up his phone, he heard the voices of Aunt Helen and Emily getting closer and closer.

"Emily, do you get up so early in your own house?" Aunt Helen asked.

Emily held Aunt Helen's hand and hopped down the stairs. "Auntie Yuna said that I should sleep early and get up early so that I can grow tall in the future!"

Aunt Helen smiled and asked, "Why do you need to grow tall?"

"To protect Auntie Yuna!" Emily looked up and held Aunt Helen's hand tighter. "And Granny Helen!"

Aunt Helen was so gratified by his answer, and she praised Emily for being sensible, without noticing Wesley in the living room at all.

In the end, Emily, who had sharp eyes, found Wesley and pointed at him. "Grandma, that bad... Mr. Mu!"

Aunt Helen looked in the direction of Emily's hand, only to find Wesley in the living room. She was surprised and asked, "Little Seven, why did you wake up as early as Emily?"

"..."

Wesley was greatly suspicious that no one but that little guy occupied Aunt Helen's mind now.

Emily tugged at Aunt Helen's hand and said, "Grandma, I want to have porridge."

"Okay, I'll cook porridge for you." Aunt Helen touched Emily's head lovingly and said, "I'll cook a big pot of porridge. Let's have porridge together!"

Emily jumped up happily and nodded hard. "Okay!"

Aunt Helen then walked to the kitchen, and Wesley suddenly called her, "Aunt Helen."

"Ah?" Aunt Helen turned around. "Little Seven, what's the matter?"

Wesley took a look at Emily and said, "I would like to eat sandwiches."

"Okay." Aunt Helen thought for a moment and said, "How about parent-child sandwiches? I remember there are chicken drumsticks and eggs in the refrigerator."

Wesley emphasized, "Everything is okay except for porridge."

Aunt Helen had been stunned for a moment before she realized that Wesley was contending with Emily again.

The old lady shook her head with a helpless smile and went into the kitchen.

Emily saw that Aunt Helen was out of sight, and he ran to Wesley in a fierce manner.

Wesley took a step forward. Sure enough, the little guy couldn't stop himself and bumped into his leg.

"Ouch!"

Emily let out a cry, covered his forehead, and looked up at Wesley with red eyes.

He wanted to cry, but he remembered Wesley's had said yesterday that it was a competition between two men.

Thinking of this, Emily rubbed his nose. "Hiss-ha-hiss-ha..." He took a few deep breaths and finally held back his tears.

He put his hands on his waist and angrily complained to Wesley. "Bad person!"

Wesley answered leisurely, "What's the matter?"

Emily became even angrier and snorted. "Where's Auntie Yuna?"

"She's in my room and hasn't woken up yet. What's the matter?" Wesley admitted that he did it on purpose.

Sure enough, Emily looked even more aggrieved.

However, he was a strong kid. Although he felt sad in his heart, he would never say it! Never!

Wesley looked at Emily's stubborn look and suddenly found that his temperament was extremely similar to Yuna.

He squatted down so that their eyes were at the same level. "When did you meet Yuna?"

"You tell me first, and then I'll tell you!" Emily said it as if he had a good reason. "I'm afraid you'll do something bad!"

Wesley told the truth without any hesitation. "A year ago."

"Hahaha!" Emily burst into laughter instantly. He stretched out his hand and made a V gesture in front of Wesley, and said happily, "I knew Auntie Yuna when I was very young! Aunt Yuna even fed me! Hum, I won!"

Wesley narrowed his eyes and blurted out, "But Auntie Yuna will live with me in the future."

Emily blinked and said, "You're lying! Auntie Yuna will live with the baby and me!"

"I'm the baby's dad, and Auntie Yuna is the baby's mom." Wesley lightly reminded him. "We will live together."

Emily tilted his head and thought to himself, "Dad, mom, baby, a family..."

He took a look at Wesley, and his eyes suddenly darkened. Then he lowered his head like a defeated little monster.

Wesley noticed that the little guy was in a bad mood. When he was about to call him, he saw a drop of tear falling on his coat.

Then there was a second drop. Later, Emily's tears kept falling down like a string of pearls...

However, Emily kept his head down and made no sounds.

Instead of feeling wronged because of Wesley's teasing, the little guy seemed to be really sad this time.

That was not what Wesley wanted.

Wesley reached out and said, "Hey..."

Emily dodged Wesley's touch, pursed his lips, and turned to run upstairs.

Wesley wanted to stop Emily, but the little guy ran fast, and he could only watch the little figure disappear at the stairs.

When he reached the empty corridor on the second floor, Emily finally couldn't help crying out in a low voice.

In the room, Yuna was half awake. In a trance, she seemed to hear Emily crying. She opened her eyes and listened carefully. It was really Emily who was crying!

She put on her coat and barely covered the red marks on her neck and collarbones. When she pushed the door open and walked out, she saw Emily squatting in the corner and bowing his head. She could hear his intermittent crying. She could tell that he was trying his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't help it in the end.

"Emily." Yuna walked over and picked up the little guy. "Why are you crying?"

Emily took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something to Yuna, but his tears kept falling so that he couldn't say anything. He could only rest his head on Yuna's shoulder.

Compared with Rowdy, who was his biological father, he was more dependent on Yuna. When he was in Yuna's arms, he had nothing to worry about and cried loudly.

Yuna's heart ached when she heard him crying. She stroked Emily's back and helped him breathe. "Tell me, what happened? Did someone bully you?"

Yuna's tone showed that she was not sure about the answer to the last question.

The only person in the house who could bully Emily was Wesley.

However, most of the time, Wesley just joked with the little guy. He would not really bully Emily to such an extent.

Emily still didn't say anything, but just hugged Yuna tighter.

Yuna got more and more confused, and then she heard familiar footsteps approaching. It was Wesley.

She suddenly had a bad feeling. Was it really Wesley?

Wesley glanced at Emily and said, "It's me."

Yuna couldn't believe it. "Wesley, how could you...?"

"I didn't mean it." For the first time, an apologetic look appeared on Wesley's face. "I just said a few words. I didn't expect him to cry like this."

Yuna was stunned. "What did you say?"

In fact, she had roughly guessed it.

No one knew better than her about the most devastating topic for Emily.

Before Wesley spoke, Emily had suddenly covered his ears and shouted, "I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!"