Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

Chapter 693: Chapter 693: Shock, Emily Walker’s Astonishment!

Following that, a man walked up to Camila Walker’s side, teasing her with his hand, making her let out a soft whimper.

Now, Camila Walker became even more impatient and turned her head to get closer to the man teasing her.

“Please… give me…” she pleaded with a hazy look in her eyes, the heat inside her growing stronger, wanting to experience the heavenly and willing-to-die feeling she just had with Mr. Shaw.

There was a ‘slap’ sound.

Emily Walker stared blankly at the scene before her, the fruit juice cup she had been holding in her hand fell to the ground with a slap, making a shattering noise.

She opened her eyes wide, unable to believe what she was seeing.

What on earth is this…

Camila Walker… is that… is that really Camila Walker…?

With a loud noise, all the men in the room turned to look at Emily Walker by the door, still somewhat unclear about the situation for a moment.

“Give me…”

Seeing the men pause, Camila Walker called out once again.

The man also seemed to have been stirred by her appeal, so when she shouted, he couldn’t wait to start his sprint, ignoring Emily Walker by the door.

Those who worked in their line of business had long gotten used to it; those who came to this cruise ship also knew what was going on here, so seeing someone come in naturally wouldn’t seem strange to them.

“What’s the matter? Do you want to join in the fun with us?” Mr. Shaw obviously didn’t recognize Emily Walker and assumed she was one of the women customers aboard the cruise seeking pleasure.

Emily Walker was completely stunned, unable to believe what she had just seen, feeling a wave of nausea surge into her chest.

Seeing Mr. Shaw approaching her naked, Emily Walker’s face turned pale with fright, quickly turning around and running out of the room.

Behind her, Camila Walker’s cries of pleasure echoed, as if they reached the cloud heights.

Even if she didn’t understand, Emily knew what those cries meant.

Each time, wasn’t it the same for what Baron Stuart had given her? However…

Why, why were there so many men…

Thinking of those sleek bodies, gathered around Camila Walker, and the thick liquid scattered everywhere, Emily Walker felt a wave of nausea.

She came out of the room feeling unwell and wanted to find a restroom to help alleviate her discomfort.

In her mind, the unsightly images were like a movie playing in her head, refusing to fade away; she didn’t understand what had happened to Camila Walker and why she had changed so…

Thinking about it, Emily Walker couldn’t help but feel nauseous again.

Stumbling, she ran into Baron Stuart who was looking for her, stumbling directly into his arms without steadying herself.

She covered her mouth, feeling extremely unwell, the churning in her stomach becoming even worse.

“Emily? What’s wrong?” Seeing the pale-faced girl in his arms, Baron Stuart slightly knitted his brows, a hint of worry appearing on his face.

Emily raised her head, looked at the man in front of her, her face pale as if she had no strength left, and said weakly, “Where’s the restroom…?”

Seeing her seemingly in real discomfort, Baron Stuart’s heart tightened and he led her towards the restroom.

“What’s wrong with you?” Watching her leaning over the sink to vomit, Baron Stuart wasn’t sure what had happened to her, but seeing the direction she came from earlier, he couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious.

After retching for a while, Emily finally managed to suppress the nausea.

She looked up at the man in front of her, her eyes shining brightly and her face pale, “What… did you do to Camila Walker?”

Baron Stuart was taken aback; had she seen Camila Walker?