"I'm here now, aren't I?"
"Young Master Lewis, what on earth are you busy with? Emma is severely injured in bed, yet you're nowhere to be seen—that's unacceptable." Chloe Woods snapped at Wyatt Lewis.
Wyatt looked at Emma Winton, "Sorry, I had something to deal with. How's your injury?"
Emma raised her arm slightly, "You can see for yourself."
"Take care of yourself, and thank you for saving me. What do you want in return?"
Emma saving him must have had some motive, Wyatt was certain of it and asked directly without delay.
"Young Master Lewis, you should know what I want."
"How would I know if you don't say it?" Wyatt deliberately replied.
"A marriage alliance, you marry me."
Emma's eyes were fixed intensely on Wyatt.
That look as if Wyatt wouldn't agree, he'd be an ungrateful wretch.
Wyatt knew she would bring this up!
He pretended to be troubled, furrowing his brows, "This might be difficult."
Emma's eyes remained unblinking on Wyatt, "Is a life not worth a title?"
