Chapter 73

...Emile pov…

I helped her carry her things out of the car and into the mansion. The foyer was grand, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and marble floors beneath our feet. I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated and She followed behind me holding her handbag.

"Where do you want these?" I asked Emily, gesturing to her bags. I was out of place.

She pointed to a nearby table. "Just set them down there for now," she said, looking at me strangely. I tried not to act too serious so as not to pique suspicions. Even she suspected no one would guess that Dickinson and I swapped bodies.

I did as she asked, feeling a little unsure of myself. Emily's home was beautiful, but it wasn't a place I felt comfortable in. I had always been more at home in simpler surroundings.

"Thank you for bringing me home," Emily said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I turned to her, feeling a little surprised by her gratitude. "Of course," I said. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"Okay," I said, feeling a little helpless. I didn't know what else to do. She turned on her heel as she walked up the stairs, I couldn't help but feel a little lost.

I walked around the mansion, feeling a little out of place. The grandeur of the place was overwhelming, and I didn't know how to act. Eventually, I found myself in the library, surrounded by books and comfortable chairs.

I sat down in one of the chairs, feeling a little more at home. The scent of old books filled my nostrils, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort.

As I sat there, lost in thought, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I heard the door creak open and I turned my head to see Emily walking into the library.

The towel was wrapped tightly around her body, but I could see the curves of her hips and the outline of her breasts underneath.

"Hey," she said, noticing me staring. "I have been looking for you, I didn't realize you were here."

"It's okay," I replied, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out a little shaky.

She walked over to me and sat on the side of the table. As she looked at me. I couldn't help but watch as she moved, her body swaying gracefully with each step.

"What are you up to?" she asked, turning to face me.

"Just hanging out," I replied, forcing a smile.

She nodded and I took the opportunity to admire her features in the towel. Her skin was flawless and smooth, and her curves were accentuated by the white fabric.

"Dickinson, I was thinking that it might be nice for you to have a bath," I said tentatively. "It's been a long day, and it might help you relax."

Emile looked at me skeptically. "I'm fine, Emily. I don't need a bath." I said.

But I persisted. "Are you sure? I just thought it might be nice. I'll even draw the bath for you. It'll be a great way to unwind after a stressful day."

I let out a sigh. "Emily, I appreciate the offer, but I really don't want to take a bath right now. I'll just go down.

I left her there and went down the stairs, curious to see what he was up to. As I entered the kitchen, I was amazed by what I saw. The kitchen was a state-of-the-art marvel, unlike anything I had ever seen before.

The room was spacious and bright, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The countertops were made of sleek granite, and the cabinets were a beautiful, dark wood. The appliances were all modern and top-of-the-line, from the stainless-steel refrigerator to the high-tech oven.

As I looked around, I couldn't help but feel a little envious. My own kitchen back home was nowhere near as luxurious as this one. But at the same time, I was impressed by Dickinson's taste and his eye for design. He had truly created a masterpiece of a kitchen.

I nodded, still taking in all the details of the room. As I looked closer, I noticed that even the small details had been carefully thought out, from the sleek handles on the cabinets to the intricate tile work on the backsplash.

I couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Dickinson's amazing kitchen, but I was also happy for him. He deserved to have such a beautiful space to cook and entertain. I began to dish out food for two people. I was hoping to make her feel more at home by cooking her a meal.

As I brought the food out to the dining table, I absentmindedly took out my phone and started scrolling through some pictures of myself. It was a bad habit, but sometimes I found myself lost in my own memories.

Emily came down the stairs in a pink, hairy robe, looking refreshed and firm. I couldn't help but admire her beauty, even in such a simple garment.

"You cooked?" she marveled as she sat down to eat.

I smiled at her, feeling a little proud of myself. "Yes, I wanted to make you feel more at home," I said.

As I sat down to eat with her, I could feel her eyes on me. It made me a little uncomfortable, but I tried my best to ignore it.

"I'm already done eating," I said, realizing I was finished with my food. "I think I'm going to go up and rest."

I climbed up the stairs, side glancing at her as she ate and used her phone. The silence between us was eerily quiet, and I couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

Up in my room, I sat down on my bed and tried to clear my mind. I couldn't help but feel a little out of place in Emily's mansion, and I didn't know how to act around her.

As I sat there, lost in thought, I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing downstairs. Was she still eating? Was she on her phone?

Eventually, I fell asleepAs I sat up in bed, I realized that I had forgotten my phone downstairs. I had a habit of leaving things behind, but this time it was especially important that I retrieve it.

I made my way down to the dining table, where Emily was still sitting, slowly eating as she used her phone. I grabbed my phone and quickly turned to leave, but something stopped me.

I couldn't help but feel a little curious about what Emily was doing on her phone. Was she texting someone? Scrolling through social media? I tried to shake the thought from my head and just focus on my own business.

As I made my way back up the stairs, my phone started to ring. It was Dickinson.

"Hey," I answered, trying to sound casual.

"Emile, where are you?" I asked, sounding worried.

"I'm at you and Emily's house," I said. "Your wife is back".

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine".

What could be so urgent that Emile needed my help? I couldn't help but feel a sense of worry and concern for my friend, hoping that whatever it was, we could find a solution together.

I couldn't help but feel a little worried after hanging up the phone with Dickinson. His urgency was palpable, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Quickly grabbing my coat, I made my way out of the door.

Emily started to question me about where I was heading to that night, I felt a sudden sense of frustration. I had been looking forward to a night out with my friends, and I didn't want to deal with her doubts and suspicions.

"I'm just going to see a friend," I shrugged, hoping to end the conversation quickly.

But Emily wasn't convinced. "What friend? You're always so vague about these things. Why can't you just tell me where you're going?"

I could feel my anger starting to bubble up inside me. Why did she always have to pry and ask so many questions? "It's none of your business, Emily. I'm a grown man, I can go wherever I want," I retorted.

But Emily wasn't backing down. "I just want to know where you're going. Why can't you tell me?"

I could feel my frustration boiling over as I stormed out of the house. I didn't want to deal with her nagging.

I took a cab and headed towards the Marigold Eatery. As I stepped into the coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled my senses, mingling with the chatter of customers and the soft hum of music in the background. The cozy interior was dimly lit, with warm yellow lights casting a welcoming glow over the wooden tables and chairs.

I scanned around, searching for Emile among the sea of people huddled over laptops and chattering with friends. The barista at the counter smiled at me, asking what I'd like to order

"Hey," I said, approaching him. "What's going on?"