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.

you need any help?" Emily raised her eyes at him. Her heart was filled with joy at the opportunity of being helpful to him. She felt

gazed at her, confused. "How can you

your girlfriend and come home with

hung in the air, followed by a deafening silence. Emily was not just anyone, speaking so

impressed by her character. No matter whose girlfriend she was going to be,

hesitated, not liking her

about doing this kind of thing, let alone doing

away. She wondered if it was because he didn't like

think your parents will be unhappy

had wanted to do. He just didn't want her reputation to be damaged because of faking his girlfriend. His lips drooped into a frown. He wanted to explain, but nothing came out

lips and forced a small smile. Patting his shoulder, she

very sad. Looking up at the starry night sky, she sniffed and tried to calm herself

'Have I gone too

"Emily?"

her side. She turned her head away at his voice. She didn't want

"What? What's up?"

she felt her

Do you want to accompany me to my

in her step. She

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

you

love life all the time." Sam gave a warm

it. She parted her lips, not believing

will help

and continued to walk forward with Sam. This night was destined to be unusual, but who was in Sam's mind?

course, the night

Kevin. She never dared to

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

the stern look he was giving, he would have hated

on the sofa. The servant had noticed her scowl, but still boldly asked her, "Miss Cherry, do you need

you just say? It's almost midnight! Do

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

aware of what kind of person she was. Although she pretended to be virtuous in front of Selma and Kevin,

or Selma. If they were not

in her bag. She rolled

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

Cherry. I haven't seen you in a

other end of the call. Cherry sat up straighter and checked the