Chapter 64

"It's me." Emily Smith smiled faintly and nodded. "Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Please, don't call me that." Zhang Xiao'an waved his hands hastily. "Just call me Xiao Zhang."

Emily understood exactly why he was being so deferential but chose not to comment. She simply gestured for them to help William Johnson into the bedroom.

After Zhang Xiao'an and Sam Wilson left, Emily stood by the bed, gazing at William, who was completely passed out from drinking. She leaned down and gently shook his arm.

"William."

The man didn't move a muscle, showing no reaction.

He must be completely wasted.

Emily climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside William. She first loosened his tie, then moved to remove his suit jacket.

He was lying flat on his back, so taking off the jacket required lifting him up. Whether it was because William was as heavy as a block of iron or because she was too weak, she couldn't budge him.

Left with no choice, she straddled him, hooking one arm around his neck while using the other to pull off the jacket.

After a tremendous effort, she finally managed to remove it. Next were his socks and pants.

When she undid his waistband and pulled them down just past his hip line, she noticed something unusual.

Emily jerked her hand back as if shocked and immediately looked at William's face—

The man who had been dead drunk moments ago now had clear, alert eyes, burning with intensity.

The moment their eyes met, Emily froze. "You... weren't you—"

Before she could finish, William pounced like a panther, pinning her beneath him and sealing her lips with his.

Staring at his handsome face so close to hers, Emily hesitated for a few seconds before closing her eyes and responding.

Perhaps fueled by alcohol, William was unusually fierce. Emily bit her lower lip to endure, refusing to make a sound.

Just as she was about to draw blood, William suddenly cupped her face and kissed her, rescuing her poor lip.

Whether it was exhaustion or something else, William only took her once that night before letting her be. Even when he held her in the bathtub afterward, he didn't push further, simply resting with his eyes closed.

Emily picked up a towel and began washing him, deliberately skipping a certain area.

"Hah!" William suddenly opened his eyes and chuckled lowly. "Not going to wash there?"

Emily shoved the towel into his hand. "Do it yourself." She started to get up.

Before she could stand, a large hand clamped around her wrist and pulled her back into the tub with a gentle tug.

"Ah!" Emily gasped as water splashed everywhere, and she found herself back in William's arms.

"After all this time, you still won't wash me there?" He pinched her chin, smirking devilishly.

Meeting his scorching gaze, Emily's face instantly flushed to the tips of her ears.

Though they had been intimate countless times, she still couldn't bring herself to do this for him.

Flustered, she blurted out, "You've never washed me either."

"Oh?" William arched a brow. "That's easy. I'll wash you then." He moved to act on his words.

Emily frantically grabbed his hand. "No, no need!"

"It's only fair," he insisted.

"Really, it's fine!" Her voice trembled.

Somehow, in their playful struggle, their positions reversed.

"William, weren't you tired?" Emily pressed against his firm chest.

He smirked. "If you want it, I can still deliver."

Emily shook her head vehemently. "I don't want it."

"Tch." He laughed softly. "Fine. But you owe me a favor."

Emily had a bad feeling but asked anyway, "What favor?"