Attracted By My Ex-wife

Chapter 49 Stand her up

"Anne, why don't you go to bed early? I need to head out as I have to deal with something."

Before Anne could even respond, Sam had already left. As she watched his receding figure, she couldn't help but feel sad.

In such a stormy night, she was left alone in the room, and only the baby inside her could keep her company.

When Sam arrived at the cafe, it had already closed. He looked around and couldn't see Emily anywhere.

Holding the umbrella in his hand, he stood under the rain.

After a while, he figured Emily wasn't stupid. She must've left already.

Meanwhile, Emily had just returned home. She had caught a cold from staying in the rain for too long. As a result, she had a fever.

She lay on the bed, her lips turning purple while her face was white as a sheet. Even though she was bundled up in a thick quilt, she still shivered.

Every now and then, Amy would come in and check on her.

The servant found the whole thing to be strange. Didn't she just come home from a date? Why did she come home with a fever?

Oddly enough, Emily hadn't said a word since she came back. She'd been staring at the ceiling with a blank look on her face the whole time.

She didn't budge until she heard her phone ringing.

"Mrs. Wang, who's calling?"

"Oh, it's Mr. Sam." Amy picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID before handing it to Emily.

She thought Emily would answer the call. Instead, Emily merely stared at the phone as it continued to ring. When it finally stopped, Emily said, "Next time this person calls, don't bother telling me."

"Okay." Amy had no idea what had happened but she merely nodded.

She guessed that something must have happened between Sam and Emily. They were good friends but if Emily didn't want to answer his call, something wrong must have gone down.

Emily closed her eyes and said weakly, "Mrs. Wang, you can leave now. I'll just lie down for a while."

"Okay, miss. Good night." Amy tucked in her quilt first before leaving.

She made sure to turn off the lights before closing the door behind her.

In the dark, Emily stared up at the ceiling as tears streamed down her face.

Sam's phone call. She wanted to ask him why he didn't

was what it felt

felt

and glanced at her phone—his name was written on the screen, a missed

phone into something sweet. However, in fear that someone would see, she decided against it. As she dwelled in her sadness, she began to

didn't care

felt. She couldn't

was already so late. She

stop her from dialing Anne's number. Fortunately, it

"Emily?"

heard Anne's voice, her hand trembled. She didn't expect that Anne would still be up so late. Suddenly, she found herself at a loss

"Anne, were you asleep?"

frail. Anne immediately sat up, closing the book she was reading. Uneasily, she asked, "Are you okay? Why do you

nothing. Why aren't

yet,' Anne thought to herself. He must have gone to see Cherry. She never stood a chance

can't fall asleep." Emily shifted to a more comfortable position. Hearing Anne's voice put her

tried her best to sound lively. Emily probably had something on her mind which was why she was still up. The least

with someone but that someone didn't

heart pounded in her chest. She'd

yet it

anything for him. Still, she didn't want to talk to him in fear that she would disturb him. She had

she still

Emily was

what do I do? I feel so worthless. I waited for him in the coffee shop for hours until the coffee shop closed. It was

she began to

never cried this hard before. This was also the first time that she had complained about something. She always thought

Sam was

from him was enough to shatter her

else would he

silent as she listened to

to me, I'd be very happy already. It's just so sad

her pillow already damp with her

I won't like him anymore starting

Anne finally spoke up. "You like

"I don't know. Maybe."

away her tears, Emily nodded and added, "My heart still

smiled. "You silly girl, why didn't you tell me that

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