Chapter 873 The Man Behind The Kidnapping (2/2)

Emily knew that Jacob was powerless against her puppy-dog eyes. After all, they had never failed her. Not even once.

Just as she had expected, Jacob got off her reluctantly. He fetched Emily's phone from the bedside table and handed it to her. ”Fine. I really don't know what to do with you. Tell her whatever you want. But I bet Rita won't answer your call at this time.” Jacob grinned from ear to ear.

Jacob glanced at the clock once and found confidence in his conjecture as it was already past midnight.

”Don't be overconfident. We will see about that,” Emily refuted defiantly. She tapped on Rita's number and waited for the connection.

”I hate to say I told you so, but it's the truth. If someone called me at this hour, I wouldn't answer it.” Jacob laughed.

No one wanted to be disturbed at this time. At this hour, most people were either sound asleep or busy having fun with their partner.

If Jacob's phone rang at this critical time, he would not only refuse to answer it, instead he would find the one who dared to interrupt his intimate moment with his beloved and he would definitely tear him alive. Jacob patiently watched as Emily waited eagerly for the call to be connected.

As it turned out, Jacob was right. Although Emily tried to call Rita a few more times, she wasn't answering and in the end, Emily sighed and gave up.

”Okay, you were right. You're really good at guessing things correctly. Nobody answered! I guess I'll just have to call her tomorrow morning,” Emily turned to Jacob.

She had to admit, willingly or not, that Jacob always made the right guesses. After putting her cell phone back on the table, she went back to bed with Jacob.

Jacob, delighted to see Emily defeated, crept up on her again and kissed her violently.

”My love, I am not only good at guessing but also good making you happy. I would be more than honored to show you my skills. Would you like to experience it firsthand?”

”You are a dirty man. All I said was that you are good at guessing. Nothing else. Not... Oh...” The first moan escaped Emily's lips.

Outside their window, even in the velvet dark, there was the light of the stars, perhaps a promise that even when we yearned for the light of the sun, there would also be stars to bring hope of the dawn.