Chapter 963

"If you feel like it, please do as you please!" Henry said.

Emily was a little annoyed and said, "Mr. Truman, what do you want?"

"Tell me—who is the woman with you? Why do you want to stop Lydia and me from being together, and why do you want me to marry Chansey?" Henry demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"It seems you won't budge until I show you some power." Henry was annoyed. He stood up, stepped forward, and suddenly pulled Emily toward him.

Emily was startled, and her facial expression changed slightly.

"You! What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? When faced with such a gorgeous woman like you, what wouldn't a man do?" Henry teased with deliberate evil intention.

However, when he lowered his head, he saw Emily's fair, perfectly shaped breasts almost breaking through the bath towel, nearly fully exposed.

Her skin around her chest was dazzlingly white. Her bright, big eyes revealed a complex emotion—shyness, nervousness, and even a hint of heat.