When Emma Campbell awoke the next day, James Brown was surprisingly not by her side. Sounds came from the kitchen outside, which immediately filled Emma with an incredibly sweet feeling. James hadn't called for her but was instead making breakfast—could this be the legendary breakfast made with love?
However, Emma was not the type of girl who just waited to be pampered and doted on by a man. In her heart, she believed she should be the one serving James Brown. He was a man meant for great things; how could he be the one to serve her instead?
She quickly sat up but then frowned slightly, her hand covering her abdomen. Even though James had been gentle yesterday, moving now still brought a faint pain.
After getting accustomed to the discomfort, Emma felt much better. She got out of bed, found some clothes to put on from the wardrobe, and as she turned back to fold the blanket, she noticed a small crimson bloodstain on the bedsheets.
