My Most Precious Wife
Chapter 261 I'Ve Never Been So Nervous

When Manson came out of the bathroom, Emily was not in the room.

He was so anxious that he almost forgot to wear his clothes and wanted to chase her out of the room.

But Sarah tried to assure him that Emily was downstairs in the lobby, so he hurriedly changed his clothes and went downstairs.

In the side hall downstairs, Emily was sitting at the dining table, drinking soup.

Seeing that she was still here, Manson heaved a sigh of relief.

He wanted to go over, but he hesitated again.

He was a little panicked, afraid that he would frighten her, which made her immediately leave.

From the first time, he saw her until he knew that she was his ugly future sister-in-law, he had been searching for her for a long time.

However, after searching for so long, there was actually no news at all.

He had never bothered so much about a woman. He was born as the second young master of the Jackson family. In his life, countless women had taken the initiative to approach him.

However, he had never been so nervous that his palms were sweating when he looked at her like this.

If he kept far from her, he would be pitiful. If he approached her, he feared that she would be frightened.

This was the first time in his life that he had been in such a mood.

"Let's go. The meal is ready." Sarah gently pushed him.

It was as if Manson had regained his senses. After hesitating for a moment, he finally walked over.

After taking a shower, his mind finally came to its senses.

He walked across from Emily and sat down, feeling a little stiff.

This man really annoyed her in the past. If it was a different occasion, Emily doubted that she would laugh out loud.

Did anyone see Manson so embarrassed? This was the first time she had seen it.

She put down the bowl and looked up at him.

Manson was shocked and almost wanted to look away, afraid that his gaze would frighten her.

"Am I that scary?" Emily said indifferently.

"No, I'm scary!" Manson hurriedly explained.

Every time, she had to run away from him, again and again. She had a bad impression of him.

In addition, when she met him before, he always sneered at her and even hurt her...

The more Manson thought about it, the more he felt that his was a bastard in the past.

Now, in front of Emily, he didn't even have the courage to look at her.

"You... How are you doing recently? I heard that you're sick. How are you?"

He actually went to the hospital to see her, but she had been unconscious, so he had no chance to see her.

Moreover, he didn't understand his own thought at all.

He always felt that he should hate Emily, but he couldn't help but want to know how she's going.

He had mixed feelings and didn't even have the courage to look at her straightly.

Most importantly, at that time, Young Master Henry's men guarded the ward tightly, making it difficult to get close to it. "Sure. I'm fine, right?"

Emily did not really want to talk to this man, but Sarah had always been at the side, looking at her with a pleading gaze. She exhaled and said, "I heard you haven't eaten for two days. Aren't you hungry?"

Manson was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer this question.

Emily picked up her bowl and said, "Let's have a meal."

"... Alright, alright, let's eat."

Manson picked up his chopsticks and looked up at her. "Is the food appetizing? If you don't like it, I can let the chef..."

"I like it." Emily's gaze fell on his chin.

Manson always paid most attention to his appearance, but there were two bloody marks on his chin.

His beard was shaven. It was likely that in order to shave beard, he cut his chin carelessly.

She didn't know how to evaluate this man. When he was bad, he was really bad. But now, he was so stupid that people couldn't hate him.

In the end, she just turned to look at Sarah and said, "Madam, please eat something."

"Alright, let's eat." When Sarah saw her son obediently picking up his chopsticks to eat, she felt a little sour.

She was a little jealous, but more gratified. Finally, her son started to eat something.

At the dining table, they didn't say anything else.

A meal passed quietly.

Until Emily put down the bowl and chopsticks, Manson hurriedly put down the chopsticks, feeling a little nervous. "Go... go get something to drink?" Now the meal was done. Was she leaving?

He didn't know how Sarah invited her back, but he knew that Emily must hate this place.

Here, Hunter had abandoned her, and everyone had wrongly accused her of harming his grandmother.

This place had done her a lot of harm. She must hate this place, didn't she?

Sarah glanced at Emily and then stared at her son, "Emi is available tonight. Go back later. Let's go sit in the hall."

"Alright, let's go sit in the lobby." Manson heaved a sigh of relief and immediately stood up to go to the hall.

Unexpectedly, there was something wrong with his footsteps. With a slap, he kicked something and fell to the ground with a thud. "Manson!" Sarah was shocked and hurriedly went to help him.

"It's fine. Don't come over. I'm fine!" Manson suddenly felt very embarrassed. He could not even walk!

Sarah watched her son crawl up in a hurry, her mood extremely complicated.

This son... Alas, he really lost face. How could he be so nervous?

Manson was really nervous. But what made him nervous was that he was afraid that Emily would hate him even more.

His elegant demeanor of the past somehow completely disappeared tonight.

What if she hated him even more and wanted to leave now?

Thinking about it, felt ashamed and hated the chair that tripped him!

"I... I didn't know..."

Emily laughed. After enduring for a long time, she finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Haha..."

"..." Sarah showed sympathy for her son. This time, he was going to be so embarrassed that he felt helpless, right?

"Well, Emi..."

"It's my fault." Manson lowered his head. He really hated himself to death. Why did he always do such a shameful thing in front of her?

His face flushed, but it gradually turned pale again.

Emily restrained her laughter and looked at him, "Manson, your alcohol tolerance is not good. Drink less next time. If you drink like this, you won't be sober." "I..." Was it because he was drunk that he tripped over the chair?

This explanation could more or less save him some face.

Manson heaved a sigh of relief and said depressingly, "In the future, I won't drink so much ..."

"Didn't you go to the lobby for tea?" Sarah waved her hand and the servants immediately went to prepare tea.

Sarah supported Manson and said softly, "Do as Emily said. Drink less next time."

"Alright."

"Let's go have some tea."

After spending more than an hour together, Manson gradually became relaxed from nervous at the beginning.

After drinking tea, he only looked at Emily. He didn't like to talk nor dare to speak nonsense.

It was only when Emily was about to leave that he suddenly stood up and said, "I'll send you off!"

"No need." Emily shook her head. "You drank wine. I don't like drunk drivers."

"I won't! I... I'm just accompanying you. I'm not driving."

Although Emily kept refusing, Manson still followed her into the car.

However, when they left, passing by the WongRiver Pavilion, they happened to see Hunter's car coming back from the outside.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐