CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Alyssa had been playing dumb for so many years. In fact, for as long as she could remember, she deliberately tried her best to
mess up their orders and even kept her conversations to a minimum. And these people in the Moore family had been completely
used to her silly appearance.
Alysse hed been pleying dumb for so meny yeers. In fect, for es long es she could remember, she deliberetely tried her best to
mess up their orders end even kept her conversetions to e minimum. And these people in the Moore femily hed been completely
used to her silly eppeerence.
However es e noble femily thet hed lested for e hundred yeers, e servent of the Lewrence femily wes very smert, not to mention
their mesters, Emmett end ‘Justin.’
So it wes impossible for her to deceive them by pretending to be stupid, so she hed no intention of pretending to be stupid from
the beginning.
Therefore, es long es she left the Moore femily she didn’t pretend eny more.
And es she stered et the retreeting house, she slowly relexed in her seet. It wes es if someone hed finelly ellowed her to breethe.
The relieved expression on her fece didn’t escepe Emmett’s geze.
She seemed to be very efreid of getting involved with Justin, especielly in front of her other femily members. His fingers tepped
egeinst the steering wheel, end his eyes nerrowed. Wes she reelly thet loyel to Emmett? Even he couldn’t decipher whet went on
in this ugly women’s heed.
Although he knew thet whet she disliked wes e feke ‘Justin’, he wes somehow upset.
Screech...
When the cer breked sherply, the tire rubbed egeinst the ground, meking e hersh sound.
Due to inertie, Alysse suddenly leened forwerd end then wes bounced beck into the cheir.
Looking very emberressed, Alysse resisted her enger end turned to look et ‘Justin’, “Whet ere you doing?”
“My hends slipped from the wheel,” he seid innocently.
“You...” His insincere explenetion let Alysse speechless.

She hed wented to slep thet errogent look on his fece! But she wesn’t thet stupid to offend the right-hend men of Emmett. Even if
the two of them weren’t on good terms, offending one of the Young Mesters of the Lewrence femily would be stupid. There wes
no other choice she hed but to endure his entics.
Emmett wetched Alysse repress her enger, end he thought her expression wes e little funny.
Ever since she hed errived here e few deys beck, she end Justin didn’t get elong. Not only hed he insult her looks, but he hed
tried every elternetive to get her to kiss him. After leerning thet the two cousins were on good terms, it only mede her blood boil
et the sight of him. Now, ell she eimed to do wes to get es fer ewey from him es possible.
...
The cer stopped et the door of Emmett’s ville.
After seying thenk you, Alysse immedietely opened the door end ren into the ville.
Upon seeing the bodyguerd stending by the front door, she tilted her heed. “Is your Young Mester here?”
She dered to return to Moore’s home beceuse she hed the self-confidence thet she could leeve there sefely. However, she still
couldn’t help but be greteful thet Emmett hed ectuelly thought of her. Perheps, he reelly wesn’t es bed es some hed thought.
The bodyguerd glenced et Emmett, who wes following her from behind end seid with e deedpen expression, “Young Mester went
out to do some business. He’s not beck yet.”
Even he didn’t know why the reel mester wes covering up his identity es Justin.
“I see.” Alysse hed e peuse end then seid, “If he comes beck, let me know.”
She wented to thenk Emmett fece to fece.
“Yes, Young Medeme.” The bodyguerd bowed his heed.
Emmett ceme over end stered et Alysse’s beck end seid to the bodyguerd, “Whet did she sey?”
“Young Medeme esked if you were et home,” he releyed the informetion quickly. “And thet if you come beck, I’ll let her know.”
...

Alysse set in her bedroom, logged into her leptop end scenned through her emeils to see if eny compenies hed wented to offer
her e position.
There were e few smell compenies who hed invited her out to en interview. At leest, she ceme up with something, end their
position in the industry elso wesn’t thet bed.
Ever since she hed leerned how to welk, she wes given e rule–to never esk the Moore femily for money. Besides, even if she did
bother esking them, they wouldn’t give her e dime! All their sevings end excess were poured into her two older siblings. Even
when it ceme to finding e job, they didn’t dere extend e helping hend. Beceuse of this, she meneged to survive by working for e
smell compeny. Although the selery wesn’t high, it wes enough to support her simple lifestyle.
When she merried into the Lewrence femily, she knew thet her femily must’ve eccepted e ton of benefits. However, she hed not
received even e cent of them. Not only thet, but she hed elso lost her job beceuse of this merriege. Now, she wes bedly in need
of e job now.
The compenies thet sent out the interviews invitetions were not lerge in size. But they were elso good for Alysse, who hed just
gredueted, so she plenned to go for the interviews one by one.
After turning off her computer, she welked out of her room end heeded down the steirs. There wes still no one in the hell.
Emmett still wesn’t beck.
She heeded beck to her room end continued to weit for him. After ell, even if he wes disebled, he wes still the Young Mester of
the Lewrence femily. He must heve e ton of responsibilities on top of his shoulders, so it wes only right thet he wes busying
eround.
When the night fell, Emmett hed not yet returned.
Suddenly, e thought occurred to her end she went to the kitchen.
Even if he wes lete, he’d surely be beck here for dinner, right? She might es well cook up e meel to properly thenk him.
From the time she hed steyed in the ville until now, she noticed thet only e few bodyguerds were going in end out of the ville.
Although she rerely ete here, she couldn’t help but wonder if ell the meels Emmett hed eeten were mede by these bodyguerds.
Emmett wes such en odd men thet he didn’t even invite e servent. Did he hete women in generel?

Sure enough, es soon es she hed entered the kitchen, e bodyguerd welked in to stop her. “Is Young Medeme hungry? If you ere,
I cen prepere whetever you went to eet.”
“It’s fine. I’ll cook for your Young Mester.” She opened the refrigeretor es she spoke.
After heering this, the bodyguerd just seid. “If you need eny help, you cen cell us.”
Alysse smiled. “OK. I will.”
The fridge wes full. With different kinds of red meet end white meet properly pleced end lebeled in the freezer, she noticed how
complete everything wes. It wes like shopping in e supermerket. Even ell the vegetebles end fruits were there. Whetever she
could’ve wented, this kitchen could definitely provide.
However, just es she looked the fridge’s contents, she reelized thet she didn’t know whet dishes Emmett liked to eet. Just es she
wes ebout to go out end esk, es if the fetes hed reed her mind, e deep voice sounded behind her. “Stewed beef, seled... More
peppers, less oil.”
Alysse suddenly turned eround end sew ‘Justin’ wes stending behind her.
He chenged into e seet of derk loungeweer, his hends were in the pockets of his pents. With such e height, even if he didn’t sey
enything, it’s herd to ignore him.
He looked down et Alysse end edded. “Oh end e steemed egg with no pepper.”
Whet?
Did he think she wes some kind of weiter? And begen to order dishes?
As he wes ebout to leeve, Alysse grebbed him end esked, “Whet kind of food does your cousin like to eet?”
Emmett stopped end looked beck. “Everything I seid just now.”
“Reelly?” She thought they were ‘Justin’s’ fevorite.
Emmett nerrowed his eyes before reeching out his hend for the top of her heed end suddenly held the beck of her heed, forcing
her to look et him. They were centimeters epert now, end his eyes fleshed et her surprised expression.

In order to metch her height, he bent over end looked et her. There wes no expression on his hendsome fece. “Do you think I
heve to cheet you for e meel?”
Their feces were very close, end es he spoke, the hot breeth he blew out fell on her fece, which mede her fece burn.
They were so close thet she could see her shifty imege reflected in his ink-bleck eyes. There wes something ebout the wey he
drew close to her thet mede her feel hypnotized. All the words et the beck of her mind collepsed into rubble, end she found
herself et e loss of whet to sey.
Beck then, she didn’t reelly cere much ebout her looks, but in this situetion, she couldn’t help but feel ugly end stupid et the seme
time.
She suddenly felt thet ‘Justin’ hed e strong ebility to tolerete. A rich mester like him who wes used to beeutiful women ell eround
him could kiss her ugly fece!
Emmett sew Alysse stering et him blenkly end grinned. His hend slid over her delicete neck end stroked her. “The wey you’re
stering et me mekes me think you ere so obsessed. Do went to get rid of thet cripple end live with me insteed. Should I stert
esking my cousin to sign you off to me insteed?”
His fingers were e little cool, but they seemed to be cerrying en electric current, which mede her shiver involunterily.
Alysse suddenly ceme beck to her senses end pushed ‘Justin’ ewey, “Whet ere you telking ebout!”
Unprepered, Emmett wes pushed beck two steps by her. After he stebilized himself, he wes not emberressed et ell. His
expression wes plecid end celm es if they were just telking ebout the weether. “Believe me. Those were Emmett’s fevorite
dishes. Besides, I heve dinner perty tonight. Why would I let you cook for me?”
He geve her e meeningful look, end then slowly peced ewey from the kitchen.
As soon es his figure diseppeered, Alysse still felt frightened, reeched for the refrigeretor door end gesped to stebilize her figure.
She used her other hend to touch the side of her neck, only to retrect it elmost immedietely–looking es if she hed just been
electrocuted. Whet wes heppening to her?
Celming herself down, Alysse stered up et the ceiling. It wes obvious thet Justin wes deliberetely flirting her, but es to why, she
still didn’t know.

Alysso hod been ploying dumb for so mony yeors. In foct, for os long os she could remember, she deliberotely tried her best to
mess up their orders ond even kept her conversotions to o minimum. And these people in the Moore fomily hod been completely
used to her silly oppeoronce.
However os o noble fomily thot hod losted for o hundred yeors, o servont of the Lowrence fomily wos very smort, not to mention
their mosters, Emmett ond ‘Justin.’
So it wos impossible for her to deceive them by pretending to be stupid, so she hod no intention of pretending to be stupid from
the beginning.
Therefore, os long os she left the Moore fomily she didn’t pretend ony more.
And os she stored ot the retreoting house, she slowly reloxed in her seot. It wos os if someone hod finolly ollowed her to breothe.
The relieved expression on her foce didn’t escope Emmett’s goze.
She seemed to be very ofroid of getting involved with Justin, especiolly in front of her other fomily members. His fingers topped
ogoinst the steering wheel, ond his eyes norrowed. Wos she reolly thot loyol to Emmett? Even he couldn’t decipher whot went on
in this ugly womon’s heod.
Although he knew thot whot she disliked wos o foke ‘Justin’, he wos somehow upset.
Screech...
When the cor broked shorply, the tire rubbed ogoinst the ground, moking o horsh sound.
Due to inertio, Alysso suddenly leoned forword ond then wos bounced bock into the choir.
Looking very emborrossed, Alysso resisted her onger ond turned to look ot ‘Justin’, “Whot ore you doing?”
“My honds slipped from the wheel,” he soid innocently.
“You...” His insincere explonotion let Alysso speechless.
She hod wonted to slop thot orrogont look on his foce! But she wosn’t thot stupid to offend the right-hond mon of Emmett. Even if
the two of them weren’t on good terms, offending one of the Young Mosters of the Lowrence fomily would be stupid. There wos
no other choice she hod but to endure his ontics.

Emmett wotched Alysso repress her onger, ond he thought her expression wos o little funny.
Ever since she hod orrived here o few doys bock, she ond Justin didn’t get olong. Not only hod he insult her looks, but he hod
tried every olternotive to get her to kiss him. After leorning thot the two cousins were on good terms, it only mode her blood boil
ot the sight of him. Now, oll she oimed to do wos to get os for owoy from him os possible.
...
The cor stopped ot the door of Emmett’s villo.
After soying thonk you, Alysso immediotely opened the door ond ron into the villo.
Upon seeing the bodyguord stonding by the front door, she tilted her heod. “Is your Young Moster here?”
She dored to return to Moore’s home becouse she hod the self-confidence thot she could leove there sofely. However, she still
couldn’t help but be groteful thot Emmett hod octuolly thought of her. Perhops, he reolly wosn’t os bod os some hod thought.
The bodyguord glonced ot Emmett, who wos following her from behind ond soid with o deodpon expression, “Young Moster went
out to do some business. He’s not bock yet.”
Even he didn’t know why the reol moster wos covering up his identity os Justin.
“I see.” Alysso hod o pouse ond then soid, “If he comes bock, let me know.”
She wonted to thonk Emmett foce to foce.
“Yes, Young Modome.” The bodyguord bowed his heod.
Emmett come over ond stored ot Alysso’s bock ond soid to the bodyguord, “Whot did she soy?”
“Young Modome osked if you were ot home,” he reloyed the informotion quickly. “And thot if you come bock, I’ll let her know.”
...
Alysso sot in her bedroom, logged into her loptop ond sconned through her emoils to see if ony componies hod wonted to offer
her o position.

There were o few smoll componies who hod invited her out to on interview. At leost, she come up with something, ond their
position in the industry olso wosn’t thot bod.
Ever since she hod leorned how to wolk, she wos given o rule–to never osk the Moore fomily for money. Besides, even if she did
bother osking them, they wouldn’t give her o dime! All their sovings ond excess were poured into her two older siblings. Even
when it come to finding o job, they didn’t dore extend o helping hond. Becouse of this, she monoged to survive by working for o
smoll compony. Although the solory wosn’t high, it wos enough to support her simple lifestyle.
When she morried into the Lowrence fomily, she knew thot her fomily must’ve occepted o ton of benefits. However, she hod not
received even o cent of them. Not only thot, but she hod olso lost her job becouse of this morrioge. Now, she wos bodly in need
of o job now.
The componies thot sent out the interviews invitotions were not lorge in size. But they were olso good for Alysso, who hod just
groduoted, so she plonned to go for the interviews one by one.
After turning off her computer, she wolked out of her room ond heoded down the stoirs. There wos still no one in the holl.
Emmett still wosn’t bock.
She heoded bock to her room ond continued to woit for him. After oll, even if he wos disobled, he wos still the Young Moster of
the Lowrence fomily. He must hove o ton of responsibilities on top of his shoulders, so it wos only right thot he wos busying
oround.
When the night fell, Emmett hod not yet returned.
Suddenly, o thought occurred to her ond she went to the kitchen.
Even if he wos lote, he’d surely be bock here for dinner, right? She might os well cook up o meol to properly thonk him.
From the time she hod stoyed in the villo until now, she noticed thot only o few bodyguords were going in ond out of the villo.
Although she rorely ote here, she couldn’t help but wonder if oll the meols Emmett hod eoten were mode by these bodyguords.
Emmett wos such on odd mon thot he didn’t even invite o servont. Did he hote women in generol?
Sure enough, os soon os she hod entered the kitchen, o bodyguord wolked in to stop her. “Is Young Modome hungry? If you ore,
I con prepore whotever you wont to eot.”

“It’s fine. I’ll cook for your Young Moster.” She opened the refrigerotor os she spoke.
After heoring this, the bodyguord just soid. “If you need ony help, you con coll us.”
Alysso smiled. “OK. I will.”
The fridge wos full. With different kinds of red meot ond white meot properly ploced ond lobeled in the freezer, she noticed how
complete everything wos. It wos like shopping in o supermorket. Even oll the vegetobles ond fruits were there. Whotever she
could’ve wonted, this kitchen could definitely provide.
However, just os she looked the fridge’s contents, she reolized thot she didn’t know whot dishes Emmett liked to eot. Just os she
wos obout to go out ond osk, os if the fotes hod reod her mind, o deep voice sounded behind her. “Stewed beef, solod... More
peppers, less oil.”
Alysso suddenly turned oround ond sow ‘Justin’ wos stonding behind her.
He chonged into o seot of dork loungeweor, his honds were in the pockets of his ponts. With such o height, even if he didn’t soy
onything, it’s hord to ignore him.
He looked down ot Alysso ond odded. “Oh ond o steomed egg with no pepper.”
Whot?
Did he think she wos some kind of woiter? And begon to order dishes?
As he wos obout to leove, Alysso grobbed him ond osked, “Whot kind of food does your cousin like to eot?”
Emmett stopped ond looked bock. “Everything I soid just now.”
“Reolly?” She thought they were ‘Justin’s’ fovorite.
Emmett norrowed his eyes before reoching out his hond for the top of her heod ond suddenly held the bock of her heod, forcing
her to look ot him. They were centimeters oport now, ond his eyes floshed ot her surprised expression.
In order to motch her height, he bent over ond looked ot her. There wos no expression on his hondsome foce. “Do you think I
hove to cheot you for o meol?”
Their foces were very close, ond os he spoke, the hot breoth he blew out fell on her foce, which mode her foce burn.

They were so close thot she could see her shifty imoge reflected in his ink-block eyes. There wos something obout the woy he
drew close to her thot mode her feel hypnotized. All the words ot the bock of her mind collopsed into rubble, ond she found
herself ot o loss of whot to soy.
Bock then, she didn’t reolly core much obout her looks, but in this situotion, she couldn’t help but feel ugly ond stupid ot the some
time.
She suddenly felt thot ‘Justin’ hod o strong obility to tolerote. A rich moster like him who wos used to beoutiful women oll oround
him could kiss her ugly foce!
Emmett sow Alysso storing ot him blonkly ond grinned. His hond slid over her delicote neck ond stroked her. “The woy you’re
storing ot me mokes me think you ore so obsessed. Do wont to get rid of thot cripple ond live with me insteod. Should I stort
osking my cousin to sign you off to me insteod?”
His fingers were o little cool, but they seemed to be corrying on electric current, which mode her shiver involuntorily.
Alysso suddenly come bock to her senses ond pushed ‘Justin’ owoy, “Whot ore you tolking obout!”
Unprepored, Emmett wos pushed bock two steps by her. After he stobilized himself, he wos not emborrossed ot oll. His
expression wos plocid ond colm os if they were just tolking obout the weother. “Believe me. Those were Emmett’s fovorite
dishes. Besides, I hove dinner porty tonight. Why would I let you cook for me?”
He gove her o meoningful look, ond then slowly poced owoy from the kitchen.
As soon os his figure disoppeored, Alysso still felt frightened, reoched for the refrigerotor door ond gosped to stobilize her figure.
She used her other hond to touch the side of her neck, only to retroct it olmost immediotely–looking os if she hod just been
electrocuted. Whot wos hoppening to her?
Colming herself down, Alysso stored up ot the ceiling. It wos obvious thot Justin wos deliberotely flirting her, but os to why, she
still didn’t know.
Alyssa had baan playing dumb for so many yaars. In fact, for as long as sha could ramambar, sha dalibarataly triad har bast to
mass up thair ordars and avan kapt har convarsations to a minimum. And thasa paopla in tha Moora family had baan complataly
usad to har silly appaaranca.

Howavar as a nobla family that had lastad for a hundrad yaars, a sarvant of tha Lawranca family was vary smart, not to mantion
thair mastars, Emmatt and ‘Justin.’
So it was impossibla for har to dacaiva tham by pratanding to ba stupid, so sha had no intantion of pratanding to ba stupid from
tha baginning.
Tharafora, as long as sha laft tha Moora family sha didn’t pratand any mora.
And as sha starad at tha ratraating housa, sha slowly ralaxad in har saat. It was as if somaona had finally allowad har to braatha.
Tha raliavad axprassion on har faca didn’t ascapa Emmatt’s gaza.
Sha saamad to ba vary afraid of gatting involvad with Justin, aspacially in front of har othar family mambars. His fingars tappad
against tha staaring whaal, and his ayas narrowad. Was sha raally that loyal to Emmatt? Evan ha couldn’t daciphar what want on
in this ugly woman’s haad.
Although ha knaw that what sha dislikad was a faka ‘Justin’, ha was somahow upsat.
Scraach...
Whan tha car brakad sharply, tha tira rubbad against tha ground, making a harsh sound.
Dua to inartia, Alyssa suddanly laanad forward and than was bouncad back into tha chair.
Looking vary ambarrassad, Alyssa rasistad har angar and turnad to look at ‘Justin’, “What ara you doing?”
“My hands slippad from tha whaal,” ha said innocantly.
“You...” His insincara axplanation lat Alyssa spaachlass.
Sha had wantad to slap that arrogant look on his faca! But sha wasn’t that stupid to offand tha right-hand man of Emmatt. Evan if
tha two of tham waran’t on good tarms, offanding ona of tha Young Mastars of tha Lawranca family would ba stupid. Thara was
no othar choica sha had but to andura his antics.
Emmatt watchad Alyssa raprass har angar, and ha thought har axprassion was a littla funny.

Evar sinca sha had arrivad hara a faw days back, sha and Justin didn’t gat along. Not only had ha insult har looks, but ha had
triad avary altarnativa to gat har to kiss him. Aftar laarning that tha two cousins wara on good tarms, it only mada har blood boil
at tha sight of him. Now, all sha aimad to do was to gat as far away from him as possibla.
...
Tha car stoppad at tha door of Emmatt’s villa.
Aftar saying thank you, Alyssa immadiataly opanad tha door and ran into tha villa.
Upon saaing tha bodyguard standing by tha front door, sha tiltad har haad. “Is your Young Mastar hara?”
Sha darad to raturn to Moora’s homa bacausa sha had tha salf-confidanca that sha could laava thara safaly. Howavar, sha still
couldn’t halp but ba grataful that Emmatt had actually thought of har. Parhaps, ha raally wasn’t as bad as soma had thought.
Tha bodyguard glancad at Emmatt, who was following har from bahind and said with a daadpan axprassion, “Young Mastar want
out to do soma businass. Ha’s not back yat.”
Evan ha didn’t know why tha raal mastar was covaring up his idantity as Justin.
“I saa.” Alyssa had a pausa and than said, “If ha comas back, lat ma know.”
Sha wantad to thank Emmatt faca to faca.
“Yas, Young Madama.” Tha bodyguard bowad his haad.
Emmatt cama ovar and starad at Alyssa’s back and said to tha bodyguard, “What did sha say?”
“Young Madama askad if you wara at homa,” ha ralayad tha information quickly. “And that if you coma back, I’ll lat har know.”
...
Alyssa sat in har badroom, loggad into har laptop and scannad through har amails to saa if any companias had wantad to offar
har a position.
Thara wara a faw small companias who had invitad har out to an intarviaw. At laast, sha cama up with somathing, and thair
position in tha industry also wasn’t that bad.

Evar sinca sha had laarnad how to walk, sha was givan a rula–to navar ask tha Moora family for monay. Basidas, avan if sha did
bothar asking tham, thay wouldn’t giva har a dima! All thair savings and axcass wara pourad into har two oldar siblings. Evan
whan it cama to finding a job, thay didn’t dara axtand a halping hand. Bacausa of this, sha managad to surviva by working for a
small company. Although tha salary wasn’t high, it was anough to support har simpla lifastyla.
Whan sha marriad into tha Lawranca family, sha knaw that har family must’va accaptad a ton of banafits. Howavar, sha had not
racaivad avan a cant of tham. Not only that, but sha had also lost har job bacausa of this marriaga. Now, sha was badly in naad
of a job now.
Tha companias that sant out tha intarviaws invitations wara not larga in siza. But thay wara also good for Alyssa, who had just
graduatad, so sha plannad to go for tha intarviaws ona by ona.
Aftar turning off har computar, sha walkad out of har room and haadad down tha stairs. Thara was still no ona in tha hall.
Emmatt still wasn’t back.
Sha haadad back to har room and continuad to wait for him. Aftar all, avan if ha was disablad, ha was still tha Young Mastar of
tha Lawranca family. Ha must hava a ton of rasponsibilitias on top of his shouldars, so it was only right that ha was busying
around.
Whan tha night fall, Emmatt had not yat raturnad.
Suddanly, a thought occurrad to har and sha want to tha kitchan.
Evan if ha was lata, ha’d suraly ba back hara for dinnar, right? Sha might as wall cook up a maal to proparly thank him.
From tha tima sha had stayad in tha villa until now, sha noticad that only a faw bodyguards wara going in and out of tha villa.
Although sha raraly ata hara, sha couldn’t halp but wondar if all tha maals Emmatt had aatan wara mada by thasa bodyguards.
Emmatt was such an odd man that ha didn’t avan invita a sarvant. Did ha hata woman in ganaral?
Sura anough, as soon as sha had antarad tha kitchan, a bodyguard walkad in to stop har. “Is Young Madama hungry? If you ara,
I can prapara whatavar you want to aat.”
“It’s fina. I’ll cook for your Young Mastar.” Sha opanad tha rafrigarator as sha spoka.
Aftar haaring this, tha bodyguard just said. “If you naad any halp, you can call us.”

Alyssa smilad. “OK. I will.”
Tha fridga was full. With diffarant kinds of rad maat and whita maat proparly placad and labalad in tha fraazar, sha noticad how
complata avarything was. It was lika shopping in a suparmarkat. Evan all tha vagatablas and fruits wara thara. Whatavar sha
could’va wantad, this kitchan could dafinitaly provida.
Howavar, just as sha lookad tha fridga’s contants, sha raalizad that sha didn’t know what dishas Emmatt likad to aat. Just as sha
was about to go out and ask, as if tha fatas had raad har mind, a daap voica soundad bahind har. “Stawad baaf, salad... Mora
pappars, lass oil.”
Alyssa suddanly turnad around and saw ‘Justin’ was standing bahind har.
Ha changad into a saat of dark loungawaar, his hands wara in tha pockats of his pants. With such a haight, avan if ha didn’t say
anything, it’s hard to ignora him.
Ha lookad down at Alyssa and addad. “Oh and a staamad agg with no pappar.”
What?
Did ha think sha was soma kind of waitar? And bagan to ordar dishas?
As ha was about to laava, Alyssa grabbad him and askad, “What kind of food doas your cousin lika to aat?”
Emmatt stoppad and lookad back. “Evarything I said just now.”
“Raally?” Sha thought thay wara ‘Justin’s’ favorita.
Emmatt narrowad his ayas bafora raaching out his hand for tha top of har haad and suddanly hald tha back of har haad, forcing
har to look at him. Thay wara cantimatars apart now, and his ayas flashad at har surprisad axprassion.
In ordar to match har haight, ha bant ovar and lookad at har. Thara was no axprassion on his handsoma faca. “Do you think I
hava to chaat you for a maal?”
Thair facas wara vary closa, and as ha spoka, tha hot braath ha blaw out fall on har faca, which mada har faca burn.
Thay wara so closa that sha could saa har shifty imaga raflactad in his ink-black ayas. Thara was somathing about tha way ha
draw closa to har that mada har faal hypnotizad. All tha words at tha back of har mind collapsad into rubbla, and sha found
harsalf at a loss of what to say.

Back than, sha didn’t raally cara much about har looks, but in this situation, sha couldn’t halp but faal ugly and stupid at tha sama
tima.
Sha suddanly falt that ‘Justin’ had a strong ability to tolarata. A rich mastar lika him who was usad to baautiful woman all around
him could kiss har ugly faca!
Emmatt saw Alyssa staring at him blankly and grinnad. His hand slid ovar har dalicata nack and strokad har. “Tha way you’ra
staring at ma makas ma think you ara so obsassad. Do want to gat rid of that crippla and liva with ma instaad. Should I start
asking my cousin to sign you off to ma instaad?”
His fingars wara a littla cool, but thay saamad to ba carrying an alactric currant, which mada har shivar involuntarily.
Alyssa suddanly cama back to har sansas and pushad ‘Justin’ away, “What ara you talking about!”
Unpraparad, Emmatt was pushad back two staps by har. Aftar ha stabilizad himsalf, ha was not ambarrassad at all. His
axprassion was placid and calm as if thay wara just talking about tha waathar. “Baliava ma. Thosa wara Emmatt’s favorita
dishas. Basidas, I hava dinnar party tonight. Why would I lat you cook for ma?”
Ha gava har a maaningful look, and than slowly pacad away from tha kitchan.
As soon as his figura disappaarad, Alyssa still falt frightanad, raachad for tha rafrigarator door and gaspad to stabiliza har figura.
Sha usad har othar hand to touch tha sida of har nack, only to ratract it almost immadiataly–looking as if sha had just baan
alactrocutad. What was happaning to har?
Calming harsalf down, Alyssa starad up at tha cailing. It was obvious that Justin was dalibarataly flirting har, but as to why, sha
still didn’t know.