Chapter 22
Emelia tried to calm herself down.
So, she slowly walked to the door, reached out and gently opened it, looking towards the corridor outside.
She pressed hard against her chest, trying to calm her thundering heartbeat.
But the man’s scent still seemed to linger around her neck, the warm touch refusing to fade.
She closed her eyes, but Joshua’s sharply defined profile uncontrollably floated into her mind.
Under the inky black hair falling over his forehead, those aggressive eyes seemed to see straight through her, his gaze like a seduction.
His tall nose, beautiful thin lips, and the slight curve of his lips as if born to stir ripples in her heart.
And when he leaned down, his jawline tensed like a blade, his Adam’s apple brushing her shoulder, the faint blue veins on his neck–each one struck heavily on her heart.
Remembering the lean waist and abdomen exposed by his open shirt collar, the muscle lines rising and falling with his breath, Emelia’s breathing grew rapid.
But the next moment, the elevator door slid open, revealing a man and a woman stepping out.
The woman wore a fitted red dress that swayed with her steps like a blooming rose.
She clung to the man’s arm, leaning into him with a radiant smile.
It was Justin and Samantha.
Samantha’s sharp eyes immediately landed on Emelia standing in the suite doorway. Her expression froze in shock, as if she’d discovered some scandalous secret.
In an instant, she jerked her arm away from Justin, feigning exaggerated surprise. “Mrs. Pittman!” she gasped, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “What are you doing here?”
She internally calculated that Justin must have booked a different room. It definitely couldn’t be where Emelia was. Why did Emelia come here?
Hearing Samantha’s exclamation, Justin looked up.
His gaze locked onto Emelia, who was standing at the presidential suite entrance. Her hair was disheveled, strands clinging to her tear–streaked face.
Her eyes were swollen from crying, her usual radiance replaced by utter exhaustion.
