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Emily’s POV

“Don’t even start.” I glaringly look at Arthur. He seem to be enjoying this but I don’t I hate that I have to speak up like that, isn’t that suppose to be common sense? And how can a person be like that? I’m not even like that when I was being a mistress to Arthur but no, she’s not a mistress and I surely hope she won’t be because I don’t know what I will do if she will be.

“I can’t help it. I’m impress.”

“You’re impress?” I scoff as I enter the house and put my bag on the coach and face him. “You couldn’t handle that yourself or you refuse to handle it that I had to step in and I hate it. People were looking and we were attracting attention and I know you would say that I could lower my voice but I couldn’t, I was in rage and all those words just came out of my mouth but every words I said is true and I mean those and please behave yourself if you don’t want me to kill someone.”

I know saying such things makes me aggressive and a psycho partner but at this point I