"…"
For a long, heavy three breaths, no one spoke.
The air was thick with tension.
Emery, sensing that further words might only fuel Ye Jian and Ning Xi's suspicions, quietly sidestepped them and began to move toward the hallway back to her own room.
There was nothing she could say that would make these two women happy and any admission would only worsen the situation.
"Is that it? You're just going to leave us like that?" Ye Jian's sharp voice cut through the quiet, halting Emery in her tracks.
Slowly, Emery turned to face her, unfazed by the hostility in Ye Jian's tone.
"I… I don't know what you mean, Miss Ye," Emery replied evenly, her expression neutral and eyes steady.
There was no hint of fear or discomfort in her posture, only measured calm.
"You… that's all you can say after what you and Young Master Lin Feng had in his room? Those long, rough moments?" Ye Jian's voice rose, trembling slightly with anger.
