Attracted By My Ex-wife

Chapter 50 Sparks

Was that the reason why Emily didn't call him either? He had thought about it when he was driving home.

Why didn't anyone call him when he had stood up Emily and his parents at the same time?

He thought he would receive a bunch of missed calls from Emily but he could not have been more mistaken.

She didn't even send him a message to ask where he was.

He had completely forgotten about their plans the entire time she was waiting for him. It was his fault.

"It's good that you understand." Lynne stood up and shot Sam a pitiful look. "Son, you're an adult now. You don't need to talk to us about everything. You should know better. If you didn't call us to cancel, you probably didn't call that girl either. She must have waited for you for a long time. You owe her an apology."

Sam lowered his head, not saying a word.

"Okay." After a long pause, he raised his head. "I know, mom. You should go back to bed."

"Good night." Lynne turned and left. Sam withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to his phone —staring at all his failed calls. That night, he didn't sleep a wink.

The following day, Emily got up early. She decided she was going to get some exercise to keep her spirits up.

She donned her sportswear as she headed to the garden to do some yoga. She inhaled the morning breeze, feeling refreshed. As she did yoga, she watched the servants trim the trees and do the gardening in the courtyard.

"Miss, why are you up so early today?"

Emily seemed to be in a good mood, a complete swerve from how she was yesterday which was utterly miserable. Needless to say, Amy was confused.

"Mrs. Wang, it's good for me to get up early, isn't it?"

Emily bent down, smiling playfully. Her eyes were still a little swollen as she had cried way too much last night. She might need to apply an ice bag later on.

"Of course, miss. You seem to be in a good mood."

Amy continued to trim the flowers and plants with a smile on her face. Emily continued doing yoga, seemingly relaxed.

She bent over, attempting to do a difficult pose. Suddenly, a pair of black shoes came into her sight.

She frowned as she looked up. It was Sam. She almost lost her balance the minute she saw him.

He immediately reached out to support her.

"Watch out!"

His voice was unusually gentle which startled Emily. When she collected herself, she straightened up and pushed him away.

"What are you doing here?"

To be honest, she hadn't forgiven Sam yet so she really didn't want to see him.

She averted her gaze. She knew if she looked him in the eye, she wouldn't be able to control her emotions.

"I'm sorry,"

Sam blurted out. Emily knew why he was saying sorry but unfortunately, she wasn't ready to accept his apology just yet.

"Sorry for what?"

Emily brazenly stared him down.

"I was late yesterday." Guilt filled Sam's eyes.

Emily put on a knowing smile. "Oh, it's not that you were late. You didn't show up at all." Emily turned around and waved her hand. She made her way to the chair and sat down. "I don't need your apology."

"I'm sorry." Sam followed her. The fact that she was so calm made him feel even worse. "I'm apologizing to you. It was my fault."

He had never apologized so sincerely to anyone before. He already felt bad enough about what had happened. Seeing the look on Emily's face now didn't help with his guilt.

Emily grabbed the coffee on the table and casually took a sip.

Sam's eyes glinted as he watched her drink her coffee. How could it have slipped his mind that Emily was born to a rich family?

She had never done any household work in her entire life. Still, she was so different that he often forgot this fact about her.

She had always been graceful and noble but he never seemed to notice it until then.

"Okay, I forgive you." Emily raised her head and smiled sweetly. Acting as if nothing happened last night, she thought for a moment. Finally, she said, "Have a seat. You came here to apologize to me?"

Sam sat down across from Emily. He wasn't used to seeing her like this.

He realized he preferred if she just got mad at him. Her indifference only aggravated his guilt.

"I was afraid you'd be upset."

Emily suddenly froze. It didn't take long for her to recover as she called for the servant and asked for a cup of coffee for Sam.

Sam frowned, unable to relax.

"Why would I be upset? You must have been busy. I'm sorry for bothering you." Emily smiled nonchalantly. Despite the fact that she was crying her eyes out last night, she chose to keep her composure.

Sam grew even more anxious upon hearing this.

"Emily, you're not mad at me?"

"Yup." Emily nodded. She looked sincere and innocent as if she couldn't care less. "Look at you. We've been friends for years. You even got up early just to go here and apologize. You are too polite."

At that moment, a servant came over with a cup of coffee. Grinning, Emily offered, "Have some coffee. Once we're done, I need to head over to Anne's place."

At the mention of Anne, it suddenly occurred to Sam that while he had apologized already, he still hadn't told her why he stood her up last night.

"Yesterday, I was on my way to see you but I received a phone call on the drive—"

"You don't have to explain to me." Emily stood up, looked down at her clothes and shook her head. "I'm going to change my clothes. Wait for me here."

She stalked off without looking back. Once she had left, she was finally able to breathe freely.

While she might have seemed calm, for some reason, she still felt nervous. She really didn't want to hear Sam's explanation. Her heart ached every time he opened his mouth.

The wound was still raw. She was still hurting.

Sam lowered his head as he watched her figure recede, looking solemn.

Suddenly, Amy approached him.

"Dr. Feng, did you make an appointment with our lady yesterday?"

Amy had overheard their conversation. She was easily able to connect the dots especially knowing how Emily acted last night. Perhaps, Emily was excited to see him but he stood her up which could explain why she seemed so downtrodden when she came home.

Sam nodded, guilt welling up in his chest.

If Emily was mad at him, he would find a way to make it up to her. Instead, she didn't seem the least bit fazed. What could he do then? He couldn't even apologize to her properly because she kept cutting him off.

"Why didn't you show up?" Amy sighed and looked at Sam reproachfully. "Our lady is a simple woman, young and inexperienced. She waited for you until eleven last night. If it weren't for..."

"Mrs. Wang!"

As Emily made her way downstairs, she saw that Amy was talking to Sam. She didn't need to hear their conversation to know that they were discussing the events of last night.

She couldn't risk Amy telling Sam anything.

"Miss."

Amy didn't expect for Emily to show up so suddenly. She wasn't even able to get her point across to Sam.

"Mrs. Wang, why don't you go back to work?" Emily walked up to Sam, the discomfort on her face undeniable. "Let's go."

She didn't want him to know that she had waited for him last night. More so, she didn't want him to know that she had caught a cold for standing under the rain for so long.

It was way too embarrassing.

Sam stood up and looked at Emily in the eye. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"Why would I hide anything from you?" Emily darted her eyes. She turned and headed to the door. "Are you going to visit Anne today? If you are, we can go together. I'm going there anyway."

"Let's go." Sam decided to let it go since Emily obviously didn't want to talk about it. He walked past her as he made his way out of the door.

Emily bit her lips as she followed behind him, heaving a sigh of relief.

Anne had suffered a stomach ache last night. When she got up that morning, she was starving. Unfortunately, she couldn't find anything to eat.

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Having been so dependent on both Sam and Emily, she hadn't even noticed that she didn't have any food at home.

After cleaning up for a bit around the house, she planned to go to the supermarket nearby to stock up on some food.

As she walked on the familiar road, she inhaled the fresh air. Clutching her stomach, she whispered, "Baby, I want to ask you a question. If you never see your mother in the future, would you miss me?"

She wasn't far along in her pregnancy yet. Still, that didn't stop her from communicating with her baby.

A lot of people were milling around the community. To get to the nearest supermarket, she had to cross two roads. She walked briskly at the side of the road. Just as she was about to cross the road, a group of people filed out of a car and ran towards her.

She instinctively moved aside but it was obvious that they were heading her way. They reached out and grabbed both of her arms.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt a pain in her shoulder and immediately fainted.

When she woke up, she was wearing a blindfold. It didn't take long for her to realize that she had been kidnapped.

Who would do this to her? Was it Alan?

She tried to listen to her surroundings, trying to make out any sort of noise but she couldn't hear anything. The only thing she could hear were the birds chirping and the wind mildly howling. Other than that, the silence was deafening.