Attracted By My Ex-wife

Emily squinted her eyes at Sam. "Do you think she'll be happy if she gets to return to the company?"

"Why do you say that?"

Sam was surprised by how Emily had come to this conclusion. He raised his eyebrows as he stated, "She has so many things that weigh heavily on her mind, and that's why she has been pretty depressed."

"She must be." Emily nodded wistfully. Even though she could not solve the problem, she avowed, "I'll try my best to make her feel better."

"That's nice of you." Sam turned his gaze towards the dark sky, the soft moonlight hitting his face. "Would you like to go on a walk?" he asked in a low voice.

"Of course." With her eyes glistening, Emily bit down her sudden excitement. Slowly walking to his side, she spoke in a soft voice, "Where are we going?"

"Nowhere, just around."

There was a park located near the cafe. Emily seldom visited such places, and neither did Sam.

As they walked amongst the greenery, soaking in moonlight, a strong whiff of fragrance engulfed them. Emily couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! It smells so amazing. There must be many flowers here."

"Look over there!" Sam pointed towards a parterre as soon as he spotted it. As he noticed her childlike glee, his mouth stretched into a smile.

"It's so beautiful." Emily was entranced by the colorful flowers. Even at night, they were blooming proudly.

She bent over, inhaling the perfumed air as she closed her eyes.

Sam watched her from a distance, the smile never leaving his face. As he was about to say something, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

As he fished it out, the caller ID showed his mother’s name.

'Maybe she wants me to come home, Or she is trying to make me go on a blind date again,' he thought. A frown grew on his face as he thought deeply, deciding not to answer it.

Even after he put it back in his pocket, the phone kept ringing. Emily looked up at him in confusion. "Why aren’t you answering it?"

"It's fine. It's just my mother." Before hearing her reply, Sam started walking ahead.

Emily was not convinced. She followed beside him, prodding, "Shouldn’t you be answering your mother’s calls?"

Sam had always been a respectful person. This was not like him!

Stopping abruptly, he addressed her in a gentle tone, "She has been urging me to come back. It doesn't matter, I’ll talk to her later."

"Really?" Emily knotted her eyebrows, as she added, "Is it about dating again?"

Sam nodded uneasily, not meeting her eyes. Fortunately, Emily was not one to indulge in spreading gossip. He trusted her with his secrets, despite not wanting to talk about this with anyone.

joy at the opportunity of being helpful to him. She felt excited, her mind

gazed at her, confused. "How can

your

was not just anyone, speaking so casually with

deeply impressed by her character. No matter whose girlfriend

hesitated, not liking her

thanks." He had never even thought about doing this kind of

her look away. She wondered if it was because he

eyes stinging. "Why? Do you think your parents will be unhappy if you bring

didn't want her reputation to be damaged because of faking his girlfriend. His lips drooped into a frown. He wanted to explain, but

a small smile. Patting his shoulder, she

at the starry night sky, she sniffed and tried to

her walk away, feeling guilty. 'Have I gone too far just now? She was just trying to help,' he

"Emily?"

head away at his voice. She didn't

"What? What's up?"

she felt

about the day after tomorrow? Do you want to accompany

her step. She turned her

wondered if she had heard him wrong. Her eyes twinkled in the dim light as she

did you just

about my love life all the time."

was not easy for Sam to admit it. She parted her lips, not

I will

forward with Sam. This night was destined to

course, the night

to the villa by Kevin. She never

her words. Earlier that day, Kevin had informed her that he wanted to accompany Anne. When she asked him

quickly given in to him, after noticing the stern look he

in the villa, Cherry lay on the sofa. The servant had noticed her scowl, but still boldly asked her, "Miss Cherry,

just say? It's almost midnight! Do you want

spare a glance. The servant dared not to say anything further and retreated. She was in a bad mood.

what kind of person she was. Although she pretended to be virtuous

in front of Kevin or Selma. If they were not careful

in her bag. She rolled her eyes

it?" Her tone grew impatient as she didn't care who was at the

me, Cherry. I haven't seen you in a long time. Why do you

of the call. Cherry sat up straighter and checked the phone number, but she still had no idea