Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Emily Walker, His Fatal Weakness
 

She didn’t get out of the car, and the man didn’t either. He turned his head, looking at her stupefied expression.

From her profile, he could vaguely sense that she was still angry in her heart.

After glancing at her, Baron Stuart opened the car door and got out.

He had originally intended to just walk into the living room, but after taking a few steps, he couldn’t help but return to the car, opened the door, and then…

As he always did, he picked her up horizontally!

Both of them were angry, and Emily Walker clearly didn’t expect that he would still pick her up in this situation.

“Put me down!” she yelled, hitting him and struggling to get down from him.

But she knew the outcome, as there had never been a time when she succeeded in getting down on her own.

When the car stopped, the driver naturally turned off the heating in the carriage.

As soon as Baron Stuart got out of the car, he could clearly feel the warm air inside gradually fading away.

If she continued to sit there stiffly, with her character, even if she was shivering cold, she wouldn’t ask the driver to turn on the heating.

And perhaps if the driver wanted to turn it on, she would stubbornly tell him not to.

Thinking about this, Baron Stuart hurried back, opened the car door, carried her straight to the second floor.

“Let go of me! I can walk by myself!” Emily Walker continued to struggle fiercely as they reached the staircase entrance.

She didn’t understand, under such circumstances, how could he still casually pick her up?

Without a word, Baron Stuart carried her to the bedroom and gently put her on the soft and comfortable large bed.

During these cold winter days, after walking through the courtyard, Baron Stuart could clearly feel her ice-cold shoulders and arms as he held her.

Tossing her onto the bed, he lifted the white duvet and covered Emily Walker with it flawlessly.

After looking at her, Baron Stuart turned and left the room.

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Entering the study, he didn’t go to the office desk to deal with work but instead lit a cigar, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the starry sky behind the villa.

On his handsome features, there was an obvious contemplative expression.

After years of operating in the business world, he’s made too many enemies along the way, so many that even he has forgotten who was beneath his feet.

In the domestic scene, others might see him as a powerful force not to be feared, but the truth is far from that.

Over the years, no foes have dared to come after him, because Baron Stuart never had any weaknesses that could be exploited.

But now, there’s a woman who could potentially be deadly to him.

Not making it public is not to give the enemies an opportunity to strike, but to grasp his lethal Achilles’ heel.

After Milton Modesto and the last gun incident, there was undoubtedly another threat lurking in Baron Stuart’s consciousness.

Time passed quietly, and it wasn’t until the cigar burned out that Baron Stuart gathered his thoughts and left the study.

Inside the room, Emily Walker sat on the soft large bed, still holding the evening dress and the wrapped sanitary pads in her hands.

Being lost in thought, she forgot to put down the things in her hands.

Collecting her thoughts, she sighed.

She didn’t necessarily want him to make their marriage public, but his secrecy made her doubt, and once she doubted, she would overthink, and when she overthought, she would guess from both sides.

Guessing why he wouldn’t make it public, and what the reason for his secrecy was.

Letting go of the things in her hands, Emily Walker felt restless as she raised her hand to push back a few strands of hair that had fallen on her forehead.