Chapter 7

Emma, who exited Grayson & Co. hailed down a cab and went back to the Watson mansion. To find Madam Watson fuming over something and lashing out at Amanda, with the poor woman trembling in fear.

Unable to bear it any longer, Emma cleared her throat, making her presence known, her expression gentle and a calm smile painted on her lush pink lips.

“Where were you? Have you seen the time?”

Madam Watson’s expression soured even more than before as soon as her gaze fell on Emma.

“Did you need me for something?”

Emma calmly asked, disregarding Madam Watson’s tone, as this was how the older lady always spoke to her.

“The dinner is not yet ready! And Stella’s room looks like a haunted house! Is this how you arrange things?”

Madam Watson lashed out at her in a shrill voice, a few octaves higher than her usual tone, stating how angry she was.

“I will take care of it before dinner. As for dinner, I will see what is taking time.”

Emma’s smile was intact, her voice steady as she softly spoke.

“You better.”

Madam Watson harrumphed before storming off from the living room, making Amanda heave out a sigh of relief as her shoulders slumped.

Emma smiled softly at the reaction as she walked to Amanda.

“Why is the dinner not ready yet? You know, right, Madam Watson likes to have her dinner early because of her intermittent fasting.”

“Madam wanted different dishes than the ones we planned today. Due to Madam Watson's late notification, we had to spend more time preparing different dishes."

“Different dishes?”

Emma questioned as she made her way to the kitchen with Amanda on her toe.

“Yes, Mrs. Watson. Madam suddenly wanted shrimp, Abalones and Crawfish instead of the Grilled chicken and Grilled Fish we finalised yesterday.”

Amanda sighed in distress.

She missed the flash of mockery in Emma’s eyes as the latter was walking before her.

‘Of course Madam Watson will know Stella’s favourites by heart and make last-minute changes to prepare her favourites.’

Emma thought to herself, before brushing off the thought and looking at Amanda with her usual gentle smile.

Entering the kitchen, Emma looked over all the dishes’ progress, before instructing them few changes while asking them to hurry up, before making her way upstairs.

Emma entered the room, prepared for Stella, and almost scoffed.

The room was nothing but prim and proper guest room of Watson Mansion. Even the toiletries were all arranged according to the list Emma prepared before leaving the house.

There was nothing more that could be done here, in there.

‘Does Madam Watson want me to change the interior as well?’

Emma scoffed in disbelief. She instructed the servant behind her to change the bed linen and curtains to purple, Stella’s favourite colour.

This was the only change she could do apart from asking the servants to spray the lavender room fresher, which was also Stella’s favourite.

Taking one last look, she left the room.

‘If Madam Watson still found it haunted, then I sending down Shayne to keep her company is the only thing I can arrange more.’

Emma scoffed in her heart, but her face still displayed a serene, demure smile.

Going down and entering the kitchen, she quickly helped out the servants' few things to finish up the dinner.

Then she started arranging the cutlery on the dining table along with Amanda. When they were almost done, Emma heard voices from the living room.

She went out to check to find Stella and Shayne back, along with Stella’s luggage, which the servants were currently handling.

“Emmie.”

Stella’s overexcited shout almost made Emma wince and cover her ears but she held back and instead displayed an indulging smile, like always, the only difference being it wasn’t genuine like always.

“Are you done sorting out everything outside?”

Emma asked softly as she walked towards the duo, even when she wanted to do nothing with them.

They made her disgusted beyond measure, but she could only grit her teeth for the time being and continue with her obedient act.

“Yes! Thankfully, Shayne helped me out, so I was done earlier than expected.”

Stella said as she clung to Emma’s arm like she usually did. Emma wanted to pull out her arm, but Stella’s tight grip almost made it impossible to pull out.

“That is great. Your room is arranged. Freshen up, the dinner is almost ready. Also, if you don’t like something in the room, let me know I will have the servants change it.”

Emma calmly stated as she patted Stella’s hand in hopes she would let her go.

“Thank you, Emmie. Then I will go and freshen up.”

Stella's sweet tone almost gave Emma diabetes.

‘How thick I was to notice how fake she was all along?’

Emma shuddered at her own denseness, but almost laughed out loud when she noticed Shayne’s lovesick expression.

‘My denseness was at its peak.’

Emma chuckled at herself inside her head, before finally freeing herself from Stella's grip as the latter released herself.

Ignoring her so-called husband, Emma walked into the kitchen to finish the dinner arrangements.

By the time she was, everyone was already at the table waiting to be served.

Dinner was the same as breakfast.

Madam Watson fussed over Stella as she cozied up to Madam Watson, while Shayne watched them silently with adoration.

Whereas Shayne’s father and Spade couldn’t bother themselves by acknowledging what was happening around them.

During dinner, Emma received a message from Royce, asking her to collect the documents from the front door.

Excusing herself, she left the table, the only people who noticed being Shayne’s father and Spade.

Emma made her way to the front door and went out, closing the door behind her.

She shuddered lightly as the night chill crept onto her, making her realize she wasn’t wearing her windbreaker.

Bearing the chill, she walked to the gate and opened it to find a black, low-key Maybach waiting outside, making Emma slightly frown in confusion.

“We meet again.”

The voice of the man she wanted to avoid so badly resounded from beside her, startling her.