Emma Jones hurriedly lowered her head and pulled up her loose and comfortable nightdress. Her eyes widened, looking herself up and down like an X-ray.

After running down herself three to four times from top to toe, she was sure that there were no traces of ambiguousness, and that she did not have the kind of tired symptoms that were described in the novel, then she finally relieved.

"It scared me to death. Fortunately, Aaron Black is still a bit human, and he did not take advantage of me."

With a startled murmur, Emma Jones looked at the clothes on the chair that belonged to her, and couldn't bother who brought them to dry clean and who stacked them there for her...

She stepped on the ground barefoot, and the thick layer of soft carpet reached her feet ankles. The carpet was very comfortable and extravagant to step on and did not make any noise, which was good.

She took the clothes, seeing no one around, she put on them quickly without going into the bathroom or cloakroom.

Her smart eyes rolled quickly, and she caught the opportunity when nobody was around and ran away fast.

She didn't want to face Aaron Black, that dangerous man, anymore.

After changing her clothes, she flipped through the small shoulder bag she carried. Seeing that her cell phone and all other contents were intact inside, she took light steps and opened the door gently...

To her surprise, there was even no one outside the presidential suite.

Emma Jones's tensed body finally relaxed, and she couldn't care too much about it. She rushed into the elevator in a hurry...

Emma Jones, who was running away at this time, did not expect at all that her words and deeds were completely caught by the dark and charming eyes of Aaron Black through monitors.