Chapter 261 - Emersons Married? (1/2)

”I'm at the Royal Palace Restaurant right now. I just saw her with Emerson's family and she's wearing a wedding gown!” Marissa's friend exclaimed.

Marissa paused in disbelief. Was this the reason why Emerson was in Beijing and why he was seen with Haili Feng. Did he come to Beijing to marry her?!

Marissa looked at herself in the mirror. She had done so much to make herself beautiful. Wasn't she beautiful enough for him? Had she truly lost this time?

She immediately stood up and stormed into Danson's bedroom next door. ”Tell me. Do you think I'm beautiful?” she asked abruptly in frustration.

Danson was in the middle of getting changed at that moment and his shirt was off. So, he frowned as he slowly turned around to face the woman. ”Don't you know how to knock?” he complained.

”I asked you a question. Do you think I'm beautiful?” Marissa repeated herself.

Danson scanned his eyes up and down the woman. She was wearing a soft white robe on top of a silky black nightgown. Her long, lightly tanned legs were exposed inside the dimly lit room and her cheeks were slightly pink from the hot bath she had just come out of. Even though she had no makeup on, it appeared as though she had a healthy blush on her face, and it made her look slightly seductive.

The woman brushed back her damp hair impatiently and stormed up closer to the man. ”Am I beautiful?” she asked again.

Of course, Danson thought she was beautiful. He had always thought she was beautiful, even before all her plastic surgery, but he didn't want her to know that. So, he controlled his emotions and shook his head. ”You're just an ugly stepmother,” he replied as he turned towards the wardrobe to grab a shirt.

Marissa's heart shattered. She held onto her chest and felt her eyes well up a little. These words hurt...they hurt a lot. For some reason, this response was even more painful than hearing that Emerson was married.

Unwilling to accept her fate, Marissa tore off her robe and grabbed the man's arm, turning him back around to face her.

Danson was a little surprised as he looked at the woman again. Marissa was standing so close, his chest almost rubbed against her body.

Marissa's nightgown hugged the curves of her body, the low neckline highlighted her fake b.r.e.a.s.ts and he could tell that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Danson swallowed. It had been 10 years since he saw her body, but he could still remember how it felt.

”Do you still think I'm ugly?” Marissa asked in a slight whisper.

Danson looked at the woman. What had gotten into her? Why did she care so much about how he thought about her? Didn't she only care about Emerson?