Revenge Blanketed Passion

CHAPTER 42. SHIRT FITTINGS

Emily opened her eyes, the girl never dreamed of being able to buy a single dress designed by Sabrina Saab whose price per dress was not too expensive. One dress designed by Sabrina Saab can reach hundreds of millions of rupiah. Let alone an exclusive classy dress of some kind of wedding dress, maybe the price can be ten or even a hundred times.

“And later I will not only wear one dress but several dresses huh?” muttered Emily shock. “Indeed, that guy was willing to spend how much money to marry me? If he had that kind of money, then why would he pressure my family by asking them for that kind of compensation?”

Emily frowned, she really did not understand Jaysen's way of thinking. “What kind of business does he have? Can you have that kind of money?” asked Emily with a frowning face while looking at Argya who was standing next to her.

“Didn't Miss Eleanor have ta-”

“If I knew where I might ask. Besides I'm not Eleanor but none of you want to believe.” cut Emily in annoyance. She was already quite upset because she repeatedly said that she was not Eleanor Milena. Both Jaysen and the people in this house all seem to agree to be deaf statues whenever the girl tells her who she really is.

“I'm Emily Vionetta, not Eleanor! Why is no one listening? Ish...sucks you all!” his grunts stirred his tea excessively so upset.

“Anu, Mr. Argya.”.

“Please call me Argya only, miss.”

“Hmm. “What person will also come during the process of fitting a wedding dress later?”

A red tinge just adorned both of his cheeks. Lately Emily herself does not understand how she feels about the blind man.

Emily was still afraid of that person. Yes.that's a sure thing. But since the incident in the workspace two days ago, Emily began to feel other feelings that infiltrated her heart and she felt a different feeling. As if he wanted his existence to be acknowledged.

Emily wants her to be seen as herself, not as Eleanor. The girl lowered her face, she remembered how hurt she was when Jaysen expressed her love for her. For it is not his name that is called, but the name of Eleanor. ‘Don't be stupid Emily! She said that because she thinks of you as Eleanor.’ whispered her heart reminded.

Jaysen's love statement is for Eleanor not Emily. While biting her lips, Emily tried to hold back the tears that had been reminiscing. The girl did not understand at all, why did she have to feel all this? Didn't Jaysen assume there was or wasn't a problem for him?

From the beginning, there was never a girl named Emily Vionette. For Jaysen there is only Eleanor Milena. Emily again felt tightness in her chest that seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles. The feeling that her existence was not thought to make the girl to the point of having trouble breathing.

It used to be her parents, who only loved and cared for Eleanor. Even they were willing to let go of Emily and was taken away to New York for fourteen years and during that time, neither Titus nor Naura ever once came to see her.

This made Emily feel that she had been dumped by her own two biological parents. And now, Jaysen and everyone in this house. There was never a place for Emily Vionetta.

“Mama,” moans Emily softly, she really misses Maya, her foster mother, “I want to go home.”

The girl really wants to go back to New York. At least there are people who still think it exists. At least there's still room for an Emily Vionetta.

Argya is shocked to death when he sees Emily who is now grim and innocent. “Nona, what's wrong? Does your leg still hurt?” ask the man in a panic. The calm attitude that had been inherent in him, now disappeared somewhere. “Why are you crying?”

“I want to go home. Should have married Eleanor, not me.” Emily isak tried to wipe the tears that wet her cheeks.

“Nona...”.

Argya stood up in confusion. He wanted to calm the crying girl down but on the one hand, the bodyguard also remembered very well about the orders and also Jaysen's prohibition not to touch carelessly. “What is this?” a flat voice interrupted.

Seeing who was coming, Argya immediately bowed and stood away. Emily's cries stopped. Without having to see him already knew who was coming. Jaysen walked in and held the arm of the chair where Emily was sitting. The blind man then groped and groped Emily's ankle, leaving the girl shocked.

“Jaysen! What's---”

“Do your feet still hurt Ele? Is that why you're crying?”

Emily remained silent. At first glance he exchanged glances with Argya who instead put on an expressionless face. “It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm fine.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Once Jaysen's hand was outstretched, Emily knew that the man wanted to touch her face. Holding Jayse's hand, he then touched the man's hand one of his cheeks.

“You were so crybaby now.” muttered Jaysen cupped Emily's face with both hands and wiped the girl's tear marks, “Is there anything you want Ele? Just tell me, if I could, I would definitely grant it.”

While bowing and ************ the end of her skirt, Emily replied, “Can I go home?”

“Where to go? We are getting married soon and you will be my wife. So now this house is your home too.”

Sighing deeply, Emily tried to think of another way. It was rare for Jaysen to be this gentle with her. So he should use it as much as possible. “Ap—can I see my parents? Ay—ayahku's chat. I want to know how it is.”

“Later when your parents' wedding ceremony is coming. You can meet at that time, so wait a minute. And about your father, he's out of prison and out of charges. As I promised Ele, your family's good name is still awake.”

Emily pouted, her efforts failing again. I don't know what else he had to do to get out of the house. This man now did look soft, but apparently there was still a steel wall surrounding him. “Jay, don't you want to marry Eleanor Milena?”

“Iya.”

“But I'm not Eleanor. My name is Emily.”

Momentary silence. Emily begins to fear that Jaysen will be as angry and angry as ever. He looked at the blind man's face to see his facial expression.

“Argya!”

“Ya Mr.”

“Leave us.”

Emily was stunned. His guess turned out to be true, Jaysen was angry again and again. This was what he disliked the most about this man.  The temperament is very bad. “Jay. Ah!”