Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 113

Maisie took lunch to visit Emelia. Emelia was a little surprised when she saw the food box in Maisie's hands. "Why did you buy such an expensive one?"

Emelia knew that this restaurant belonged to Ezra. It was very famous in the food industry of Riverside City, also very expensive.

Maisie smiled and said, "Mr. Hughes invited you. He said that you were injured because of him last night."

Emelia had no choice but to say, "Then please thank him for me."

Maisie arranged the meal on the dining table and asked Emelia, "How's your feet?"

"I'm much better. After I sprayed the medicine, my swelling began to slowly recovering."

"That's good. If you need help, call me."

"Okay."

As they ate and chatted, the lunch ended.

After eating, Maisie got up and said goodbye. "I'm going back to work. Have a good rest."

"Okay." Emelia agreed and said, "There's nothing wrong with my feet. You don't have to send me food."

The implication was that she didn't want to owe Mr. Hughes any more.

"Sure." Maisie readily agreed.

She didn't need to come anymore. Then her boss would come.

After Maisie left, Emelia continued to throw herself into the script. During this period, she poured herself a cup of coffee to refresh herself. In the blink of an eye, the night came.

When the doorbell rang again, Emelia thought it was Nina.

However, as the door was opened, she saw Julian standing there.

He was still holding the luxury meal box in her hand, which was the same as at noon, and staring at her expressionlessly.

"How..." Before Emelia could finish her words, he strode into her house.

Before Emelia could say anything, she heard him ask, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet.

" Other than the aroma of coffee in her house, there was no smell of fire or food at all. There was nothing she could do even if she wanted to lie.

Julian put the food he brought on the table and said, "I brought some food. Let's eat together."

Emelia didn't even know what to say. She hadn't thought that he would do this for her. Although she should thank him for sending her food, she really couldn't welcome him from the bottom of her heart.

However, he had already sat down, so she could not drive him away with a cold face, she washed her hands and sat down opposite him.

Both of them ate in silence.

They had always been silent. When they were together in the past, they were actually very quiet, except having sex.

She didn't understand at all how Julian, who was so indifferent, had completely changed into another person when they were having sex. Every time his behavior made her unable to bear it, she could do nothing but beg for mercy.

For some unknown reason, these scenes that were not suitable suddenly appeared in her mind. Her face instantly turned red, and she quickly coughed to cover up her embarrassment.

"Why your face so red? Did you have a fever?" As he spoke, he reached out his hands to try her forehead.

Emelia was so frightened that she hurriedly dodged backwards, and Julian awkwardly placed his hands in front of her.

Emelia quickly said, "I'm fine. It might be a little hot."

Julian gracefully withdrew his hands, glanced at her, and said, "It's just a meal together. Why are you blushing?"

Emelia was speechless.

Could it be that he felt that she still had feelings for him and that was why she was so excited when eating with him?

How could he be so proud and conceited!

For the first time in her life, she took the initiative to put a pile of food into her bowl.

Emelia watched in shock as he served food for her. She found it unbelievable.

In her impression, Julian would never take the initiative to do anything for her.

Julian threw her a sentence, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and eat."

Emelia could only say, "Thank you."

Then she lowered her head and ate quickly, and finally filled her stomach.

After eating, Emelia was thinking about how to tactfully let Julian leave when she saw him staring at her and asking, "Can you give me a cup of coffee?"

In fact, Emelia really wanted to answer him directly, "No." But in the end, she said tactfully, "It's not good to drink coffee at night. It's hard to fall asleep."

Julian said, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I have to work overtime when I go back."

Does he mean to have a cup of coffee?

Emelia had no choice but to compromise and turn to the kitchen.

The coffee she cooked was very delicious. Nina always said that she could open a coffee shop or a food store.

To be honest, if she was not talented in literature, she would really start a coffee shop after the divorce.

A cup of coffee was ready. After thinking for a while, Emelia made a flower on it.

She was not trying to please Julian, but being polite and distant.

She treated him as a guest at home, so she tried her best to treat him perfectly.

After such a long time, he finally drank the coffee she made again. When the familiar and delicious taste entered his throat, as if it was the most powerful drug, which made him feel perfect.

Emelia didn't want to watch from the side as he sipped his coffee bit by bit. That feeling made her feel very uncomfortable, as though she had returned to her marriage with him.

So she found an excuse and said, "I still have to hurry up to do my work first. Take your time."

Of course, he knew that she wanted avoid him. But because he felt comfortable after drinking her coffee, he didn't pay her any attention.

Emelia hid in the study, writing her script absent-mindedly until Julian knocked on the door outside the study. "I'm leaving."

Emelia came out to see them off. "Be careful on the way."

When he walked to the entrance, Julian suddenly turned around.

His black eyes were deeply fixed on the pretty and gentle woman as he called out her name, "Emelia."

Emelia looked at him calmly, and then he said in a low voice, "In fact, you are pretty good."

Julian didn't know why he would suddenly say such emotional words. Maybe she reminded him of the past with a cup of coffee.

In the past, she had stayed by his side patiently.

In the past, she loved him and treated him well unconditionally.

"Thanks." After more than a year of divorce, Emelia did not know how to reply to such a comment from him.

Perhaps she wasn't destined to be with Julian. As long as he told her this earlier, she would not be so desperate to divorce him.

When she talked to Nina on the phone, Nina exclaimed, "He can't be regretting it, can he? Otherwise, why would he say that you're good?"

Emelia simply denied Nina's words. "How is that possible?"

Like Julian, he would probably never regret anything in his life. Every decision he made was considered carefully.

If he did, he would not regret it.

"He must have regretted. Otherwise, why would he send you food and ask you for coffee?" After saying that, Nina snorted, "It's too late to regret!"

Emelia laughed. Where did Nina get the confidence to think that Julian regretted it?

Even if he was not with Yvonne, there were still a lot of celebrities waiting for him to marry her. How could he regret losing his ex-wife?