A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Chapter 128 Don't Ask Again

Chester had a mild exterior. He gave off a mellow and friendly vibe. It was easy for him to leave a favorable impression on other people. When he spoke to Emily, he did not mention anything concerning her job, instead he chatted with her at ease.

"Miss Emily, do you like your current job?" he asked.

Emily peeked at Jacob subconsciously, and then gently answered,"Yes, it's not so bad."

In truth, designing jewelry was Emily's natural calling; it's what she loved doing the most, but there was no denying that she could learn a lot of things under the proper guidance of Jacob.

Emily's goal was plain and simple: she wanted to rely on her own capabilities to exact her revenge upon Jack for hurting her.

"Do you feel stressed at times?" asked Chester. Evidently, Chester was the kind of person who could make friends with almost no effort at all. He spoke as if he were an old acquaintance of Emily.

Jacob sat beside him with a calm facial expression. He did not dissuade them from talking, which implied to Emily that Chester was a person she could trust.

Chester spoke tenderly, wittily and humorously. Emily's nerves relaxed gradually as they continued with the conversation.

Before long, Jacob brought over a cup of warm milk and handed it to Emily. "Have some milk," said Jacob.

Emily felt embarrassed by Jacob's display of affection in front of an outsider. How could she sit there while Jacob brought her milk? She was his assistant, and it was supposed to be her job to bring drinks for Jacob and his friend, not the other way around. She wanted to stand up to receive the cup of milk out of respect for Jacob. It was not proper anyway.

However, as soon as she got up, Jacob gently pushed her back down.

"Don't worry. Chester is not an outsider," Jacob comforted. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Emily was slightly taken aback by Jacob's uninhibited attitude, as she turned to look at Chester. She was surprised to find that there was no change in Chester's facial expression, as if it was completely normal for Jacob to act the way he did.

Seeing the easy-going nature of the man helped to calm Emily's nerves.

Emily took a sip of milk from the cup and then heard Chester ask her another casual question.

"Do you like drinking coffee, Miss Emily?"

"Not really." Soon, Emily couldn't help wondering whether Jacob asked her to come in just to chat with the man.

"I used to like drinking coffee a long time ago. When I was a child, my father used to drink a lot of coffee, and that's when I started to drink coffee as well. Every time he'd refuse, I would roll around on the ground and cry, until he gave in," explained Chester.

Chester smiled while telling Emily and Jacob his childhood story.

With a laid-back voice, Emily said,"You were quite interesting when you were a child."

"Is there anything unforgettable that happened to you when you were a child, Miss Emily?"

This caught Jacob's attention, as his eyes widened and his heartbeat quickened pace.

Jacob knew that the main topic was coming.

"When I was younger..." she said. Unknown to Emily, she started to feel a little dizzy and confused, but it wasn't enough to make her feel uncomfortable. Altogether, she seemed quite composed and collected.

Having noticed Emily's change in state of mind, Jacob gently embraced her from the back.

Everything that was happening there, was premeditated.

As a matter of fact, Chester wasn't really a partner for the upcoming project, nor was he Jacob's friend. He was a professional psychologist.

A distressing event from Emily's past had left a psychological trauma in Emily's life. Chester hoped to help her recover through psychotherapy.

The reason he did not reveal his real identity, was to get Emily to put down her psychological defenses. They added some medicine, that was conductive to hypnosis, with the milk to help her relax.

Everything went as planned.

Chester slowly lit a soothing incense and gently fanned the flame with his hand. In a gentle and captivating voice, he asked,"Miss Emily, did anything happen to you when you were a child?"

"Yes..." said Emily, as her eyebrows furrowed. She slowly rested her head on Jacob's firm chest. Soon she was starting to feel drowsy; her eyelids were struggling to keep open and her long eyelashes fluttered like delicate butterfly wings.

"Would you like to talk to me about it?" asked Chester.

Emily was motionless and silent for a long time. Jacob assumed that she had fallen asleep, when suddenly she spoke, with a trembling voice,"It was... a very horrible thing..."

Chester continued leading the conversation,"What happened? Tell me."

"...... I remember opening my eyes in a dark room. It was pitch dark, and there... there was a man..." As soon as the memories came floating back to her, Emily closed her eyes tightly and began to cry. She clutched onto Jacob's shirt with both hands, as if she were clutching at straws to save her life.

"What did he do?"

"I, I don't know..."

"You know, you can tell me anything."

In that moment, it seemed as if Emily was trapped in her mind, as she bit her lip hard and her face became as pale as the moon. Engulfed in fear and anxiety, Emily began to choke and splutter. "I saw... I saw a few other girls...around my age," she stuttered.

The more she tried to recall, the more grave her expression became. There was desperation and helplessness in her voice. However, Chester's voice penetrated her ears like a magical sound, gentle and cruel. He continued with the questions,"What happened next? And what about those girls?"

"They...They... Ah!" All of a sudden, the memory of that incident became so overwhelming and harrowing that she threw up on Jacob.

Concerned, Jacob furrowed his eyebrows and said, in a serious tone,"Enough! Don't ask any more!"

He couldn't bear to see Emily like this. He could hardly breathe when he saw her suffering. It was as if someone had reached into his mouth and squeezed his heart like a lemon from the inside.

Chester wanted to keep up the pressure, but he was interrupted by Jacob's cold glance. He didn't refute, instead he shut his mouth instantly.

Emily was still vomiting, but Jacob was too worried to feel nauseous. He pulled the trash can towards Emily and patted her on the back with his big hand. He waited for Emily to stop vomiting before he wiped her face clean with his handkerchief.

Chester was astounded by Jacob's actions. He heard from someone that Jacob loved this woman, but he never expected that Jacob loved her to such a degree! Chester would have never imagined that a man of Jacob's status could take care of a woman like that.

Dazed and worn out, Emily was barely conscious when she was taken to the other side of the sofa. She barely held onto Jacob's shirt, as she got laid down by Jacob's strong arms.

"I feel bad... I feel really sick..." she mumbled.

"It's all right. It's all right," said Jacob, soothing her with his words. Jacob lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and then covered her with a blanket. He looked at her and said,"Get some rest. You will feel better after a while."

Emily's breathing gradually stabilized. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep, dozing away like a peaceful angel.

"What's wrong with her?" asked Jacob. He walked over to the side and lowered his voice. Then he began to unbutton his shirt to take off his dirty clothes.

Chester lowered his voice as well and finally responded,"Miss Emily's strong reaction shows that the memory is etched very deep in her mind and over the years it has become a serious psychological damage."

He stopped and observed Jacob. When he realized that Jacob was not agitated, he continued,"Mr. Jacob, you are too soft-minded. In fact, this method is very effective to force her to face her nightmares

and then to guide her to overcome the mental trauma. However, since the hypnotherapy was interrupted midway, it will be hard to get her to open her mind in the same way again."

Having heard Chester's real opinion, Jacob turned and looked at Emily sleeping peacefully on the sofa. He gave a bitter smile as he realized how weak he had become ever since he met Emily.

Soft hearted?

Ironically, just when he had decided to pursue this woman, his heart was no longer under his control.

It was a disease that had no cure.