Chapter 519: I Just Rubs Him The Wrong Way
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Magee had never triumphed over Jacob in their long-running rivalry, be it business or private life. Now he had been gifted with an opportunity of a lifetime. For the very first time in his life, he had the chance to best Jacob and he would be a fool to let go of this golden chance.
Magee knew that he was taking advantage of his privilege as Jacob was in an unfavorable position. But he couldn't allow such a great opportunity to slip through his fingers. If he didn't take his revenge now for all the humiliation Jacob had subjected him to, he would regret it for the rest of his life when Jacob would regain his memory.
The commotion in the front yard caught Emily's attention. She rushed out from her room when she sensed that something was wrong. What she saw when she entered shocked her: overturned table, broken teapots, water spilled all over the floor and broken fragments scattered around.
"What the hell happened here? Did you two have a fight?" Emily was desperately scrambling to make sense of it all.
Meanwhile, Jacob and Magee had their eyes locked at each other, desperately demanding a release in the form of a fight. Silence enveloped the room, as neither uttered a word to Emily.
Their eyes fashioned like sharp knives, begging to draw first blood.
Emily walked to Jacob's side and held his hands, hoping to ease his anger. She asked Jacob gently, "What happened? Tell me. I am worried about you."
"It's not a big deal." Jacob stopped short. His eyes were still spitting flames of fury, but his tone softened when he spoke to Emily.
Having realized Emily's disquiet at their dispute, Magee shrugged his shoulders and said to her, "Well, I am afraid Jacob and I will have to call an end to our personal squabble. Don't worry, Emily. It's really nothing. I just rubbed him the wrong way."
"Get out of the house now!" Jacob said to Magee coldly.
Although Emily had no idea of how things ended up this way, she was going to be on Jacob's side no matter what had happened. "Maybe this isn't the right time for you two to continue talking. Why not give each other some time to calm down and talk it out another day?" she said to Magee, trying to mediate the dispute between them.
Magee regretted the fact that he wasn't able to seize the opportunity to settle the score with Jacob, but he knew it well that he was the first to instigate the fight and overdoing it could come back to bite him someday. He nodded in agreement to Emily and said, "Okay. We will talk it out later."
Then Magee turned around and walked out of the room.
Jacob looked at the mess around him and then bent down to clean the broken fragments on the ground silently, falling into his own thoughts. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up his hand. All the while, he failed to notice that a broken shard of porcelain had left a big cut in his palm from which blood was gu
ted to be the be-all and end-all of her life, but unfortunately he had no recollection of who she was from before.
Frustrated, his insecurities and shortcomings ate away at his mind.
It wasn't until dawn when he finally felt extremely tired and fell asleep.
All of a sudden, he heard someone push open the door and creep into his room. From the looks of it, the person didn't want to wake him up.
Jacob opened his eyes in a daze and saw the silhouette of a delicate figure in the darkness. The first person that came to his mind was Emily.
"What are you doing here?"
He sat up and thought about getting Emily a coat because he was worried that she'd catch a cold if she kept standing there.
However, before Jacob knew it, she closed the door in a hurry and crawled on top of him like a feral cat.
He felt a hot kiss on his face, but her breath was strange to him. That was when he came to the realization that he had mistaken this person for Emily.
"Get away from me! You are not Emily! Who are you?" Jacob shouted as he threw her aside with all his strength.
"Ouch!" Shocked, the woman screamed in pain as she fell down to the ground. "It hurts."
Irritated, Jacob got up and lit up the lamp immediately. In the light, he finally figured out who the girl was. "Why did you come to my room? How dare you!"
The girl was in her early twenties and she had a lovely face. But her tear-soaked eyes were swollen like two red tomatoes. There were stains on her ragged clothes, and scars on her exposed skin, as if she had been abused by someone.
Her figure was similar to Emily's. Perhaps, that was why Jacob mistook her as Emily and allowed her to enter his room in the first place.
When Jacob caught on to her trick, she wept bitterly. "They told me your name is Bear. Please save me. Please help me, Bear!" Her words came in short gasps and the muffled sobs wracked against her chest.
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Magee had never triumphed over Jacob in their long-running rivalry, be it business or private life. Now he had been gifted with an opportunity of a lifetime. For the very first time in his life, he had the chance to best Jacob and he would be a fool to let go of this golden chance.
Magee knew that he was taking advantage of his privilege as Jacob was in an unfavorable position. But he couldn't allow such a great opportunity to slip through his fingers. If he didn't take his revenge now for all the humiliation Jacob had subjected him to, he would regret it for the rest of his life when Jacob would regain his memory.
The commotion in the front yard caught Emily's attention. She rushed out from her room when she sensed that something was wrong. What she saw when she entered shocked her: overturned table, broken teapots, water spilled all over the floor and broken fragments scattered around.
"What the hell happened here? Did you two have a fight?" Emily was desperately scrambling to make sense of it all.
Meanwhile, Jacob and Magee had their eyes locked at each other, desperately demanding a release in the form of a fight. Silence enveloped the room, as neither uttered a word to Emily.
Their eyes fashioned like sharp knives, begging to draw first blood.
Emily walked to Jacob's side and held his hands, hoping to ease his anger. She asked Jacob gently, "What happened? Tell me. I am worried about you."
"It's not a big deal." Jacob stopped short. His eyes were still spitting flames of fury, but his tone softened when he spoke to Emily.
Having realized Emily's disquiet at their dispute, Magee shrugged his shoulders and said to her, "Well, I am afraid Jacob and I will have to call an end to our personal squabble. Don't worry, Emily. It's really nothing. I just rubbed him the wrong way."
"Get out of the house now!" Jacob said to Magee coldly.
Although Emily had no idea of how things ended up this way, she was going to be on Jacob's side no matter what had happened. "Maybe this isn't the right time for you two to continue talking. Why not give each other some time to calm down and talk it out another day?" she said to Magee, trying to mediate the dispute between them.
Magee regretted the fact that he wasn't able to seize the opportunity to settle the score with Jacob, but he knew it well that he was the first to instigate the fight and overdoing it could come back to bite him someday. He nodded in agreement to Emily and said, "Okay. We will talk it out later."
Then Magee turned around and walked out of the room.
Jacob looked at the mess around him and then bent down to clean the broken fragments on the ground silently, falling into his own thoughts. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up his hand. All the while, he failed to notice that a broken shard of porcelain had left a big cut in his palm from which blood was gu
ted to be the be-all and end-all of her life, but unfortunately he had no recollection of who she was from before.
Frustrated, his insecurities and shortcomings ate away at his mind.
It wasn't until dawn when he finally felt extremely tired and fell asleep.
All of a sudden, he heard someone push open the door and creep into his room. From the looks of it, the person didn't want to wake him up.
Jacob opened his eyes in a daze and saw the silhouette of a delicate figure in the darkness. The first person that came to his mind was Emily.
"What are you doing here?"
He sat up and thought about getting Emily a coat because he was worried that she'd catch a cold if she kept standing there.
However, before Jacob knew it, she closed the door in a hurry and crawled on top of him like a feral cat.
He felt a hot kiss on his face, but her breath was strange to him. That was when he came to the realization that he had mistaken this person for Emily.
"Get away from me! You are not Emily! Who are you?" Jacob shouted as he threw her aside with all his strength.
"Ouch!" Shocked, the woman screamed in pain as she fell down to the ground. "It hurts."
Irritated, Jacob got up and lit up the lamp immediately. In the light, he finally figured out who the girl was. "Why did you come to my room? How dare you!"
The girl was in her early twenties and she had a lovely face. But her tear-soaked eyes were swollen like two red tomatoes. There were stains on her ragged clothes, and scars on her exposed skin, as if she had been abused by someone.
Her figure was similar to Emily's. Perhaps, that was why Jacob mistook her as Emily and allowed her to enter his room in the first place.
When Jacob caught on to her trick, she wept bitterly. "They told me your name is Bear. Please save me. Please help me, Bear!" Her words came in short gasps and the muffled sobs wracked against her chest.
Magee had never triumphed over Jacob in their long-running rivalry, be it business or private life. Now he had been gifted with an opportunity of a lifetime. For the very first time in his life, he had the chance to best Jacob and he would be a fool to let go of this golden chance. Magee knew that he was taking advantage of his privilege as Jacob was in an unfavorable position. But he couldn't allow such a great opportunity to slip through his fingers. If he didn't take his revenge now for all the humiliation Jacob had subjected him to, he would regret it for the rest of his life when Jacob would regain his memory. The commotion in the front yard caught Emily's attention. She rushed out from her room when she sensed that something was wrong. What she saw when she entered shocked her: overturned table, broken teapots, water spilled all over the floor and broken fragments scattered around. "What the hell happened here? Did you two have a fight?" Emily was desperately scrambling to make sense of it all. Meanwhile, Jacob and Magee had their eyes locked at each other, desperately demanding a release in the form of a fight. Silence enveloped the room, as neither uttered a word to Emily. Their eyes fashioned like sharp knives, begging to draw first blood. Emily walked to Jacob's side and held his hands, hoping to ease his anger. She asked Jacob gently, "What happened? Tell me. I am worried about you.""It's not a big deal." Jacob stopped short. His eyes were still spitting flames of fury, but his tone softened when he spoke to Emily. Having realized Emily's disquiet at their dispute, Magee shrugged his shoulders and said to her, "Well, I am afraid Jacob and I will have to call an end to our personal squabble. Don't worry, Emily. It's really nothing. I just rubbed him the wrong way.""Get out of the house now!" Jacob said to Magee coldly. Although Emily had no idea of how things ended up this way, she was going to be on Jacob's side no matter what had happened. "Maybe this isn't the right time for you two to continue talking. Why not give each other some time to calm down and talk it out another day?" she said to Magee, trying to mediate the dispute between them. Magee regretted the fact that he wasn't able to seize the opportunity to settle the score with Jacob, but he knew it well that he was the first to instigate the fight and overdoing it could come back to bite him someday. He nodded in agreement to Emily and said, "Okay. We will talk it out later."Then Magee turned around and walked out of the room. Jacob looked at the mess around him and then bent down to clean the broken fragments on the ground silently, falling into his own thoughts. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up his hand. All the while, he failed to notice that a broken shard of porcelain had left a big cut in his palm from which blood was guted to be the be-all and end-all of her life, but unfortunately he had no recollection of who she was from before. Frustrated, his insecurities and shortcomings ate away at his mind. It wasn't until dawn when he finally felt extremely tired and fell asleep. All of a sudden, he heard someone push open the door and creep into his room. From the looks of it, the person didn't want to wake him up. Jacob opened his eyes in a daze and saw the silhouette of a delicate figure in the darkness. The first person that came to his mind was Emily. "What are you doing here?"He sat up and thought about getting Emily a coat because he was worried that she'd catch a cold if she kept standing there. However, before Jacob knew it, she closed the door in a hurry and crawled on top of him like a feral cat. He felt a hot kiss on his face, but her breath was strange to him. That was when he came to the realization that he had mistaken this person for Emily. "Get away from me! You are not Emily! Who are you?" Jacob shouted as he threw her aside with all his strength. "Ouch!" Shocked, the woman screamed in pain as she fell down to the ground. "It hurts."Irritated, Jacob got up and lit up the lamp immediately. In the light, he finally figured out who the girl was. "Why did you come to my room? How dare you!"The girl was in her early twenties and she had a lovely face. But her tear-soaked eyes were swollen like two red tomatoes. There were stains on her ragged clothes, and scars on her exposed skin, as if she had been abused by someone. Her figure was similar to Emily's. Perhaps, that was why Jacob mistook her as Emily and allowed her to enter his room in the first place. When Jacob caught on to her trick, she wept bitterly. "They told me your name is Bear. Please save me. Please help me, Bear!" Her words came in short gasps and the muffled sobs wracked against her chest.
