Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 169

Emelia had thought that she had pushed him away with so much force, he would immediately let go of her.

Unexpectedly, he stretched out his long arms and held her tighter.

Not only that, but he also leaned closer and whispered to her ear, "I miss you."

"Actually, I'm here to see you." To see Fluffball was just an excuse for him to talk nonsense. He had no feelings for the cat at all. Why should he look at it?

Last night, after suffering for the entire night, Julian felt that if he didn't see Emelia today, his mind would be in a state of chaos.

All his contacts had been blacklisted by her again. He could only run to her door and wait.

Emelia felt goosebumps all over her body upon hearing these words. No matter what, she would never have thought that Julian would actually say something so disgusting.

What kind of love words like missing her? This was something that she would never dream about, because she was sure that Julian would never say such things to her in his life.

Her first reaction was to struggle to raise her hand to test Julian's forehead. "You aren't having a fever, are you?"

Julian was so angry with her words that he turned his face away to avoid her touch.

He really missed her, but she suspected that he was sick.

Julian vented all his anger on Viggo. He said with disdain, "My body is not as weak as Viggo's."

Emelia felt that he was simply unreasonable. After pushing him away from him, he said, "Didn't you come to the hospital every three days because of stomach disease?"

If she remembered correctly, he had just entered the hospital before.

"You care so much about my body? Do you still remember that my stomach isn't good?"

"No." Emelia did not hesitate at all to deny his self-confidence and explained, "I just feel that you have a time when you are sick. Why do you laugh at others like this?"

"Mr. Johansen has been exhausted recently. It's normal for him to feel uncomfortable." Emelia's words were all for Viggo's sake, and Julian immediately felt his stomach aching again.

He was angry with her.

Sitting on her sofa, he raised his hand to cover his stomach and said, "You made me so angry that my stomach hurts."

"Haha."Emelia sneered back at him.

What did he mean?

If he didn't find her here, wouldn't he be angry?

Moreover, how could he laugh at Viggo with his own body?

Emelia stood still and said expressionlessly, "Why don't you go to the hospital quickly?"

Then she took out her mobile phone. "Do you need me to call Arthur for you, or let me call 120 for you?"

Julian took a deep breath and said, "I haven't had breakfast yet. I should be better after breakfast."

Julian never thought that one day he would be so thick-skinned.

In the past, he used to be arrogant in front of Emelia, but now he was so humble and shameless.

"Then please go downstairs. There's a steamed bun shop on the left side of the door. It's delicious and can solve your stomach problem." Emelia knew what Julian meant by staying there. All he wanted was for her to cook for him.

He was dreaming.

She was no longer the silly girl who was completely devoted to him. She was no longer the one who regarded him as the top priority in her heart.

However, Emelia had underestimated the level of Julian's shamelessness. He continued without batting an eyelid, "I gave you Fluffball. You haven't tanked me with dinner."

Emelia was so angry that she couldn't speak. She gritted her teeth and glared at the man on the sofa for a long time. She said fiercely, "Fine, let's have a meal."

Julian's eyes were filled with a smile of success, and he readily agreed. "Okay."

Anyway, he would create other opportunities to let her continue to owe him.

Before Emelia entered the kitchen, Julian added, "Don't forget to make me a cup of coffee."

Emelia sneered and turned to enter the kitchen.

She took out the vomit slices she had saved before from the refrigerator and began to make breakfast quickly, like an emotionless cooking machine.

After a while, a cup of coffee and a sandwich full of color, aroma, and taste arrived in front of Julian.

Julian immediately felt comfortable, and his mood was brighter than the morning sun outside.

It was such a feeling, normal but with a little warmth and happiness.

He was not used to the divorce at first.

He thought that what he missed was only her cooking. Later, he went to a five-star and seven-star hotel restaurant every day for breakfast and ordered all kinds of expensive and luxurious ingredients, but he still couldn't fill up the vacancy in his heart.

Only now did he realize that he missed the person who made breakfast for him.

Because she was the one who made it, and because she was with him, even if she only made him a bowl of noodles last time, he was satisfied and happy.

"Thank you." Julian stared at Emelia with a complicated look on his face.

Emelia's face was expressionless. "There's no need to thank me. Just remember what you said yourself."

After this meal, he made it clear that he can't want her to cook for him.

Emelia also thought about it. If it really didn't work, she might as well charge the bill in the future. Even if Julian had money, he wouldn't dare to cook with her next time.

"Why does the coffee taste a little different?" Julian didn't dare to say it wasn't good.

It was not bad, but less mellow and fragrant than before.

Emelia was honest. "I didn't pay much attention when making it, so it tastes worse."

If Julian had known that he would get this answer, he wouldn't have asked.

"Please close the door for me after eating. I'm going to work." With that, Emelia entered her study and locked the door.

She was really being careless when making that coffee for Julian.

That was why it tasted different. She just wasn't taking him so seriously as before.

Although the coffee tasted a little different, she made it herself, so Julian was still happy about it. He still finished his breakfast elegantly.

He was going to leave after eating, but after thinking for a while, he went to the kitchen with the dishes and turned on the tap to wash them.

Viggo was so good at cooking, so he couldn't show weakness.

However, he didn't think about cooking for the time being. He would start with washing dishes in the kitchen.

He had never done such a thing in his life, so when he was washing, his hand slipped, and the coffee cup fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

After turning on the computer and writing a few words, she heard a sound coming from the kitchen. She rushed out in a hurry and saw that Emelia was frowning at the broken glass on the ground.

Looking at the fragments on the ground, Emelia felt her heart shattered into pieces as well.

Julian broke the coffee cup she had just given him. She had bought it when she was shopping abroad and brought it back to the country.

Emelia was about to cry. She had the hobby of collecting tableware, and each of them was the treasure in her heart.