Prince's Substitute Bride Is A Double-face

"Your special pet clothes. Your clothes are dirty. Go and change them."

"What?" It never occurred to Emily that this freak would specially asked the tailor to customize the pet clothes for her.

She opened the box and saw a cute cat costume in front of her. It was a pure white pleated dress, with a white tail at the back, and a huge pink bowknot around the waist, and a kitten hair band with two ears on it.

The whole dress looked like a snow-white noble and pure kitten, and the cloth felt soft and cute.

James was very satisfied with the dress. He hoped that it would make her much lovely.

"James, are you sure you want me to wear these?" Emily had never challenged such a style before.

"Yes, of course. To be my kitten, you must wear these clothes.

Go and change them."

"No, I don't want to wear these." Emily really didn't have the courage to wear them.

"If you don't want to wear them, I don't mind. I'll help you myself." With a snicker, James approached her step by step.

This was the room of James. At this time, Murphy was still waiting outside. Even if anything happened inside, Murphy couldn't come in.

At this moment, Emily was like a meat on a chopping block, being slaughtered by him.

"Shameless! All right, all right. You go out first. I'll change them later." Emily had to compromise.

"What if I don't? You are my fiancee. What can't I see?" James continued to make fun of her.

"You know I'm just your fiancee. Don't think you can do anything you want. Get out, or I won't change them." Emily said firmly.

With an evil smile on his lips, James said, "Ha ha, I was just kidding. Look at you. You are scared." Then he put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the room slowly. Emily breathed a sigh of relief and covered her heart. She didn't expect that James would make fun of her. He always did what he said, which scared her to death.

Five minutes later, Emily walked out of his room awkwardly in the cat dress.

'Wow, how could this dress be so short? My white thighs are exposed outside, and I can't pull it longer. It's so dangerous, especially when I wander in front of this lecher.' "Get your hands off it. No matter how hard you pull it, it can't be longer." James could see through her intention at a glance.

"Who said I was pulling the dress? Am I so conservative?" Said Emily stubbornly.

Well, it didn't matter. She was lucky enough to escape from the piano. She couldn't ask too much now.

"That's right. It would be funny if the Lady of the An Family can't even wear a miniskirt."

James looked at her up and down with a smile. He was really satisfied with this dress. At this moment, she was his real pet.

"Come here and massage my shoulders."

"Well, do you really see me as a servant?" Emily looked at him in astonishment.

"My pet need to do everything, including massage. Cut the crap. Are you coming or not?" Every time James talked to her, he would waste a lot of energy.

"I'm coming. I'm not afraid of you. Come on, let me show you my style of massage. "Emily was good at massage.

In the past, daddy and mommy always had backache in rainy days. At this time, she could be the considerate daughter at home and massage them.

But today, she decided to let this boy have a good try of her unique massage, making sure that he would be extremely happy.

"Which part of your shoulders?" Emily had already stood behind him and was about to give him a massage.

"All the parts. It's up to you." Leaning against the sofa lazily, with a magazine in his hand, James read it leisurely while enjoying the exclusive service of Emily.

She clenched her soft little hands into fists and gently punched him on the back.

"Don't use your scalded hand. It will hurt." All of a sudden, it occurred to James that her hand was still injured. He couldn't let the pain get worse.

"It's okay. I can handle you with one hand." Emily praised herself and massaged his slim back with one hand.

"Let me show you my skills."

One hand was enough to show all her skills.

"I don't believe that I can't scratch you to death." Emily scratched his back, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. She tried every means, but James was still reading the magazine in his hand quietly. 'What? It turns out that my massage is so comfortable. Isn't he afraid of itch?' Emily thought to herself.

Emily was so tired that she sweated, but her hands didn't stop. Finally, she was tired and lay down.

"Why don't you continue?" When James turned around, he saw that Emily was so tired that she was out of breath and collapsed on the floor.

"You have to let me have a rest. By the way, does it really feel so comfortable?" Emily wiped the sweat on her forehead with her little hand and asked.

"Not bad." James thought highly of her.

What? She had tortured him like this, but he said it was not bad?

What kind of feeling did he have?

"Well, then let's continue. I can't fail the evaluation given by Prince James." Emily immediately got up from the ground, revived with full blood, and began the battle again.

This time, she would definitely give him a strong massage.

Emily raised her fist high and smashed his back with all her strength.

"Wow, it's so comfortable. Go on." James felt relieved. This small fist was really useful, soft and comfortable.

"Well..." Emily was speechless. It seemed that she hadn't used her trump card yet.

Her slender and beautiful fingers went straight to his back, and her sharp nails pierced into his flesh.

'If it doesn't hurt you to death this time, my surname won't be Jiang.'

With a groan, James turned around and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. "Kitten, it's time for you to cut your nails."

"Ha ha, I'll cut them next time." Seeing that she had succeeded, Emily chuckled.

"No, I know you did it on purpose. How should I punish you?" James pulled her into his arms, and gently stroked her white and tender face with one hand and smiled wantonly, which made Emily so scared. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I didn't mean it. I'll be careful next time. I'll be gentle." Emily said viciously.

"Oh? Really? Why don't I believe you can be so obedient? Your credibility in my place has already been negative. Come here, let me punish you severely. " James approached her little by little.

Emily closed her eyes and knew that bad luck was inevitable. Suddenly, a strange ringtone interrupted the two people, and it was the strange watch on his wrist. The time was already ten o'clock in the evening "Get out!" Suddenly, James lost his interest in punishing her and pushed her away.

"Me? Where am I going?" Emily felt confused and wondered if she should go back to the sacred palace right now alone?

All of a sudden, James stood up and walked into his room without looking back. The door was slammed shut.

He left Emily alone. At this time, Murphy walked in and appeared in her sight, as if he was watching her every move.

"Murphy, what's wrong with James? He was fine just now. Why did he suddenly ask me to get out?" Emily became more and more suspicious that there must be some hidden secrets on James that she hadn't found out yet.

"Young master meant it's time for you to go home."

"Well, I'll go back. Will you drive me home?" Asked Emily.

"Of course I will." Murphy followed her out of the apartment step by step. After getting off the elevator, he drove her back to the sacred palace.

"Welcome back, Miss Shirley." As soon as they entered the boundary of the sacred palace, the neat voices of guards and servants resounded through the huge Royal Castle.

She wanted to sneak out and go back with Murphy to see what was going on with James, but when she was called by this group of people, the emperor and the queen knew that she had come back. She couldn't go out.

"Bye, Murphy."

"Goodbye, Miss Shirley." After Murphy drove away, Emily turned her head helplessly and stepped into the resplendent palace step by step.

"Hey, why do you come back so late?" Fiona's voice suddenly appeared behind her. She asked in a questioning tone.

"My dear little princess, it's none of your business." Emily replied in a domineering manner. She had always been like this. She would not hurt others unless they hurt her. If someone hurt her, she would definitely revenge. Fiona was a scheming bitch. She wouldn't say anything more to her.

"How dare you talk to me like that? Don't think you can do whatever you want as my brother James's fiancee? In the royal family, I am their favorite princess." Fiona was so angry that her pretty face bulged.

"Of course I know you are the favorite princess here, but it doesn't mean that I love you as much as they do. I'm not interested in it." Emily shrugged and continued to walk forward. She'd better go back to take a shower and go to bed early. She was tired. It was a long day for her.

"Stop!" Fiona ran after her with her short legs. She was so angry that she didn't want to let her go.

Emily raised her eyebrows, knowing that she couldn't get rid of this sticky candy today, so she turned to face her.

"Your Highness, I have stopped." Emily replied politely.

"Shirley, you are such a bitch. Where did you go to hook up with a man at night? How dare you look down upon me? Aren't you afraid that I will tell my father what you have done?" Fiona said arrogantly with her hands on her waist.

"Ha ha, that's exactly what I want. Your highness, go and check if your father is asleep or not. Do you want to disturb his sleep?" Emily pushed her towards the emperor's palace.00☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐