Marrying a Dumb Husband
Chapter 67

Chapter 67 His Safe and Warm Hug

Fortunately, Mary was there, and she spoke on behalf of Agatha. “Mr. Osborn, you’ve never won against Mr. Emmett. Mr. Emmett isn’t good in many things, but he’s always been stronger than you since young.”

Regardless, Osborn still taunted Emmett, “Come. Try me!”

Savannah could sense that Emmett was fuming by now, but he was holding back his anger with unimaginable willpower.

Standing between the two brothers, Mary continued, “Mr. Osborn, know when you should stop. This won’t end well for either of you if the matter takes a turn for the worst.”

While Mary was speaking to Osborn, Emmett had already carried Savannah down the stairs and out of the main house.

Savannah lay quietly in his arms. The moment he left the room, she saw the gloom that overtook his eyes. It was as if dark clouds were gathering, and a storm was about to hit.

Carefully tugging his shirt, she whispered, “I’m glad you and Mary came before he could do anything. I didn’t go to him. He… He tried to set me up.”

Nevertheless, no matter how she tried to explain to him, Emmett did not say a word to her. It made her feel as if she had made a mistake, and it made her feel ashamed and at a loss.

Agatha was waiting in the living room of the other building. When she saw Emmett carrying Savannah in, she promptly queried, “Is she fine?”

Emmett’s face remained expressionless, and he was still silent.

In the end, Mary was the one to say, “She’s fine. Luckily, Mr. Emmett and I went in time. It seems like Mr. Osborn has been watching Savannah for some time now. He’s been waiting for an opportunity to lay a finger on her.”

Suddenly, Emmett let go of her, and when her feet touched the ground, she nearly lost her balance. Tightly gathering Emmett’s jacket around her, she leaned on him to balance herself. Even now, Savannah was still in shock.

Looking at her, Agatha asked, “Why were you at the main house? DIdn’t Emmett say that you were feeling unwell?”

Savannah hung her head as she murmured her explanation. “I felt better after breakfast, so I wanted to grab something from the room Emmett used to stay in. However, I entered the wrong room, and Osborn, he… he…”

At that, Savannah choked, unable to continue.

“Grab what?” Agatha pressed on.

“Some of my clothes. I can’t replace any of them here, so I thought it must be there,” Savannah replied without missing a beat. This was an explanation she had come up with early on, fearful that someone would replace out about her plan.

Alas, what happened today was far more terrifying than being found out.

Agatha hummed in response before she added, “If you need anything from there, let Mary get it for you. Don’t go there by yourself.”

“I understand.” Never will I go there ever again.

Mary sighed, “Old Mrs. Quaker, Mr. Osborn is older than Mr. Emmett by a year. It’s time for him to get married so that someone would keep an eye on him.”

“It’s not as if he doesn’t have a mother. He won’t need me to worry about him. They keep spoiling this kid, and now he’s even causing a ruckus at home. This is absurd!” Agatha seethed.

Tentatively, Mary continued, “It’s true that they’re the ones responsible for him, but you can remind them about it. Maybe he’ll tone down when he’s married.”

The older woman scoffed before her gaze swept across Emmett and Savannah. Waving to them, she muttered, “Emmett, bring Savannah back to rest. I’ll ask Mary to send some food up to you later.”

“All right, Grandma,” replied Emmett before he turned to go up the stairs first.

Savannah stood rooted to the ground for a few seconds before she awkwardly trailed behind him.

After entering the bedroom, she headed straight to the bathroom. Until now, the way Osborn nearly kissed her still disgusted her, and she wanted to cleanse herself.

“Stop. Why did you go to Osborn’s room? Are you really interested in him?” Emmett asked with a scowl.

Sticking out one of her clenched hands, she opened up her palm to reveal strands of hair she plucked off from Osborn’s head. “For this.”

Emmett peeked at the hair strands, confused. However, he soon realized what was going on. “You’re helping Sydney.”

Savannah’s hand returned to her side as she nodded. She then confessed, “She asked me to help her, but she sold me out.”

“Then she’s a match for Osborn.” Emmett knew that Madelyn and her daughter hated and envied Savannah. Once Osborn got his chance, he would definitely strike hard.

There was still lingering fear in him from what had just happened. He was glad that he had asked Mary to keep an eye on Savannah before he went out.

Hence, Mary noticed something amiss when Savannah entered the main house and headed to Osborn’s room. She had immediately called Emmett.

Emmett had been having a foreboding sense this morning, and he even spent some time hesitating by the entrance of the Quaker residence before leaving. When he received Mary’s call, he had yet to reach the office, and he had instantly asked the driver to turn around.

Upon coming back, he had not even heard Mary’s detailed explanation before he rushed into the main house. Mary had asked the keys to Osborn’s from the other helpers, and she entered with Emmett.

When he saw Savannah pinned down by a man while her clothes were in a mess, for a split moment, he wanted to kill that man. It did not matter to him who that man was at that moment.

Ever since his mother passed away and he started playing a fool for his plan, he never thought that there was anything bad about pretending to be a fool. Yet, at that very second, he wanted to stop; he wanted to speed up his plan.

Right then, Savannah gritted out, “I don’t have a sister like her.” With that said, she entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Turning on the faucet, she folded Emmett’s suit and placed it at the side. With her back to the side of the bathtub, she slowly slid down.

Her hands were still gripping tightly onto the few strands of hair, and her unsightly history replayed in her mind like a movie.

As she buried her head between her knees, her tears escaped like water from a broken dam.

After coming out from the bathroom, she saw Emmett by the table, working.

After drying her hair roughly with the towel around her neck, she carefully lay on the bed. Savannah was exhausted, and all she wanted to do was to lie and sleep.

However, she was still terrified from the event, and she remained wide awake. After a while, Emmett lay down beside her and reached out to embrace her.

“Don’t touch me. You’re right. I’m dirty. I really am,” Savannah breathed.

As if he did not understand her words, he burrowed his face into her hair. “Are you? Why do I only smell the fragrance on you? You’re quite clean after your shower.”

Embarrassed and furious, Savannah was not in the mood to be intimate with him. She struggled as she muttered, “I’m not kidding with you. I’m too dirty, and I’m not a match for someone like you-”

“Don’t move. I just want to sleep with you in my arms. You kept waking up last night, and I didn’t get to sleep well,” Emmett interrupted softly.

For a moment, his words sent her into a daze as her eyes welled up. Finally, she stopped struggling. He was right. Neither of them had a good night’s sleep last night as she had intentionally made herself have diarrheas.

Soon, his breathing evened out, as if he had fallen asleep.

Unconsciously, she curled further into his hug, which gave her a sense of security and warmth. In minutes, she fell asleep as well.