Chapter 897 I Love You Only (1/2)

Emily's face turned scarlet as she buried her face deeper into Jacob's arms. The women around them were all shamelessly talking about them.

”Wow, he is so handsome...”

”Wow, he is so cool... The woman in his arms must be so very happy...” A young woman could not help feeling envious.

”Don't you know him? He is Jacob, the most famous man in Jingshi City. And I guess that the woman in his arms is his wife?” a beautiful girl wondered out loud.

”Yeah, she is his wife, but why do I feel that she looks so much like someone else? Ah, she looks like a younger version of the late genius designer, Emily!” another girl flaunted her knowledge.

”Really? Wow, I would never have thought that Jacob would be so single-minded! He even married a woman whose face is a carbon copy of his late girlfriend!” the beautiful girl exclaimed in surprise. Secretly, they all felt that this was the most romantic notion, a tale of true love that they all longed for.

Swiftly, all of the women who had just envied Emily turned sympathetic to her as they falsely believed that this younger version of Emily would never be more than a substitute for a dead woman.

Jacob suddenly stopped and scanned the crowd with his deep, black eyes, his focus cold and sharp as ever.

”She is Emily! She's the only one I love, from the beginning to the end!”

His cold and serious voice frightened all of the women around them, and he even frightened Emily, who was in his arms.

'She's the only one I love, from the beginning to the end!

Me too, my darling. You're the only one I love, from the beginning to the end!' Emily mentally promised.

She could not help smiling when she heard what Jacob said and stared affectionately at his handsome face with her clear, large eyes.

”She, she, she... She is Emily? But she looks no older than a teenager! If I recall correctly, shouldn't Emily be 27 or 28 years old if she was still alive?”

a noble-born girl in the crowd posed the question quietly. She had seen Emily at a few society parties, so she dared to ask questions.

”Yeah, right! The late genius designer, Emily, should be 27 or 28 years old! How could she still look so young now?” Someone in the crowd agreed with the girl's guess, drawing murmurs of agreement from the spectators.

Soon, the crowd began to murmur as they discussed this turn of events.

Sam moved to stop them but Jacob signaled for him to stay back with his sharp eyes and furrowed brows. Anyone who questioned his Emily would face his wrath. Jacob meant to deal with this personally.