Prince's Substitute Bride Is A Double-face

"You obviously can cook, but you said you can't. You obviously knew it was pepper, but you specially sprinkled it for me. You lied to me and set me up. What do you think, how should I punish you?" Holding her tightly, James looked sullen.

It was so horrible. If Emily hadn't been bolder than ordinary girls, she would have been scared to death.

"Well, you want to punish me. It's easy. Let me feed you, okay?" Emily smartly chose a method. She picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of cucumber and put it into his mouth.

"I'll redeem my mistake by serving you like this, okay?" Emily said shamelessly.

Every minute and second when James was holding her in his arms, the poison took effect.

Beads of sweat fell from his forehead, and his face became more and more pale.

The delicious food in his mouth could not stop his pain at all.

"Hey, James, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me. Is the dish poisonous?" The chopsticks in Emily's hand fell on the smooth floor with a thump.

When she was feeding him, she found that his face was getting worse and worse, as if he was enduring something very painful.

Finally, James closed his eyes, leaned against her neck and fainted.

"Miss Shirley, let me carry the young master." Murphy came over and took action immediately.

"I want to get out of the way, but how can I get rid of him?" With all her strength, Emily couldn't get rid of James.

The current situation was that she was sitting on James' lap, and his hands were tightly around her waist. James sat on the chair, leaning his head on her shoulder and fainted.

The key point was that he held Emily tightly and was not willing to let her go. It seemed that he still had consciousness.

"What should we do, my lady?" Murphy was so anxious that he sweated heavily. The young master must have fainted because he was too emotional just now.

The young master was really a fool. Although Murphy scolded him in a low voice, he didn't dare to say that even if the young master gave him one hundred guts in front of him. "My arm is so sour. I can't hold on any longer." Emily was so slim but she had to hold the tall James, who was more than 1.8 meters tall.

"That's the only way. Miss, please stand up and help young master back to his room.'

"But I don't have so much strength." Emily couldn't move at all. How could she drag him up?

"I will help you get young master back. Let's work hard together. Come on, come on."

"Come on. One, two, three."

"Come on, one, two, three."

When they returned to the room, Emily and James fell into bed together. The two were so tired that they sweated heavily.

"Oh, my god, I'm so tired." Emily gasped for breath.

"It's not easy to get the young master onto the bed." Murphy heaved a sigh of relief.

"What should I do? Murphy, I'm almost crushed to death by this guy. "Emily had never been tied by a fainted person more tightly than a rope.

She was now like being kidnapped and tied tightly with a rope, unable to move at all.

"Miss, I'm trying to figure it out. Now that the situation is not good, you have no choice but to bear this. Just stay with young master." Murphy said helplessly and felt a little guilty. But in Emily's opinion, Murphy had a glint of triumph in his eyes. Why? Did she see it wrong?

"By the way, why did he faint? Is he suffering from food poisoning? But I also ate those things.

"

Emily asked curiously. At this time, she was almost tied to James like a conjoined baby.

They were lying on the bed intimately, which made Murphy feel shy.

"Well, I'll tell you when young master wakes up. Maybe he is allergic to food, or something else. I'll go to find a doctor first."

Murphy slipped away. He knew that such a coma would only last for a period of time, and he would naturally wake up after half an hour. As for whether or not to tell the truth to her, it was indeed up to the young master.

He'd better leave the space for these two people.

"Wake up, James." A quarter of an hour later, when Murphy, who had gone to call the doctor, didn't come back, Emily became impatient. Now her whole body was so sore and numb. She had been holding the same posture for so long, which almost killed her.

The man on her body remained motionless.

"Damn it! If you don't wake up, don't blame me for being rude to you." Emily really wanted to kick him to death and kick him off the bed.

Still, he didn't move.

"Well, I'm so kind that I don't have the heart to hurt the patient. But what should I do? I'm so tired."

Emily mumbled alone for fifteen minutes.

"Damn it! Murphy! Why haven't you come back yet?" Emily didn't have her phone with her. She shouted in this room with good sound insulation effect, but no one could hear her.

"Oh, my god! I'm in a hurry to pee. I have to go to the bathroom." Emily was really anxious this time. There were three anxieties in a person. She could bear the pain of muscle ache, but she could not bear the pain of peeing urgency.

"You big bastard, lazy pig, James, get up, or I'll pee on you and make you sick." Emily threatened.

Finally, after another ten minutes of stalemate, the person on the bed moved.

James fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes. His hands were still firmly on her waist, but she was like a crazy lion roaring in front of him.

"You finally wake up. You really killed me. Get out of my way." Emily kicked him away, got out of the bed and ran into the bathroom to solve her urgency.

Gritting his teeth, James covered his dick. How could she kick his most precious thing?

With a twisted face, Emily walked out of the bathroom after peeing. She felt refreshed and the air in the world was much more comfortable.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so pale? Murphy is really bad. He went to find a doctor and hasn't come back yet. I'd better go find a doctor myself." Emily was about to swagger out of the bedroom. A hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Hello, James, what are you doing?" Emily was dragged back to the bed, looking flustered.

"Have you been sleeping beside me just now?"

"Yes, I was so tired. Why did you hold me so tightly that I had to lie on the bed with you? Look at my arms and shoulders. They are so sore." Emily grumbled.

Without saying anything, James kissed her on the lips.

"Well..."

'Damn it! What a surprise attack! Can he stop thinking about kissing me all the time?

Oh, my god! My brain is in a mess again!'

Emily was in a daze by the kiss, and the rest of her complaints were swallowed back.

The heart wrenching pain began again. It kept biting his flesh and blood, like a sharp sword, like millions of ants, sharing his bloody heart.

Yes, yes, he was in love, and it began to hurt again.

Through this witch, James really understood his heart.

'Girl, it's you. I love you. No one else.'

James smiled and was enjoying the kiss. But suddenly, he loosened his grip on the intoxicated Emily, covered his heart and rolled on the bed in pain. His embarrassed look was really pitiful. "What's wrong with you, James?"

It was the first time that Emily had seen such a disappointing person. For the first time, she had a feeling for a kiss. This guy actually left halfway and rolled on the bed.

Moreover, his image was simply obscene. As a dignified prince, if others saw him like this, they would laugh crazily. But when they saw his state, they would feel pity and sympathy for him. He was too painful. "Go and call Murphy and ask him to bring the antidote here." His breath was weak and his voice was heard weakly.

"Yes, yes. I'll be right there." In a panic, Emily ran out of the bedroom, forgetting to put on her shoes. She picked up the phone and called Murphy.

"Murphy, where the hell have you gone? Come back quickly. What antidote did James ask you to bring here?"

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

The anxious tone in Emily's words just now seemed to have made her the real fiancee of James. She was scared and was worried about him.

Even she herself didn't realize what was happening between them.

Five minutes later, Murphy walked into the bedroom and chased Emily out. She had no idea what was happening inside.

Half an hour later, the door opened and James was lying on the bed.

His face was pale and his lips were dry, as if he was completely dehydrated. He was covered with a thin quilt.

"What's wrong with him, Murphy? Is he all right now?" Emily asked with concern.

"My lady, the young master is all right now. As for his illness, I'd better tell you. Please come with me."

The two walked out of the bedroom.

Murphy led her to the sofa and began to explain everything to her simply and clearly.

"In fact, after you hurt the young master's heart last night, he went to drink alone until two or three o'clock in the morning. Later, he said that he would come back alone, so I left first. But that night, a group of enemies came to him and hurt him. They also planted a magical poison on him. It is said that as long as he is in love, it will tear his heart apart. So today, you see, young master is like this. Maybe it's because of you."

It was the first time that Emily had heard of the witchcraft, and also the first time that she had personally felt how much James loved her. Otherwise, how could he be so painful? If he was just kidding, why did he torture himself like this?

She felt bad.

A strange feeling was surging.

"Have you removed the poison now?"

"Well, young master didn't want to solve it before, because he wanted to use this method to show his true feelings to you."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐