"Ah," Charleston smiled, leaning forward and stretching his hand on the table, waiting for Emily to take it. "Come on, I promise I don't bite."

　　Emily stared at him and hissed, she was done listening to him and obeying his orders. 

　　"Pumpkin," Charleston beckoned with a smile, noticing her reluctance to hold his hand. 

　　"I want a divorce," Emily yelled again. 

　　"It would seem that we won't be able to have a proper discussion," Charleston ...