Attracted By My Ex-wife

Chapter 557 Extra Story Well Prepared

In a villa in X Country, the thick drapes were pulled apart.

Only a thin layer of the sheer curtain was slightly fluttering in front of the big French window.

Emily sat in front of the dresser, painting her face with thick makeup.

She had been a little excited since her father said they were going to visit the Feng Family.

However, at the same time, she was a little dejected at the thought of seeing another girl with Sam like last time.

Fortunately, she had prepared for it. So, with that thought, Emily expanded her lips into a smile.

Then, she continued puffing her face with the cosmetics she secretly bought earlier.

"Emily, are you ready?" The woman leaning against the door looked so gallant with her face all dolled up.

She was smartly dressed. Her long curly hair flowed over her shoulders. Her almond eyes shone brightly, highlighting the most ravishing aspect of her face.

"Yes, I'm almost done," Emily answered as she quickly rolled the lipstick on her mouth.

Then, pressing her lips together, she added, "You can wait in the car. I'll be right there soon."

As the woman's heels clicked-clacked and faded down the corridor, Emily took one look at herself in the mirror before walking out with a smile.

Not long after, she hopped in the car and lowered her head slightly.

"Emily, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, no!" Emily took out her phone and pretended to busy herself with it. She was indeed a little nervous. But she was afraid her mother would find out.

"You need to behave well. I believe you've met your uncle and aunt before. Greet them sweetly when you see them later, okay?" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Okay, I know. Don't worry."

Emily prepared for this day, because she would see that boy again. She wanted him to see the best of her; that was why she exerted an enormous effort in glamorizing herself.

The car halted in front of a luxurious villa.

The building was coated with a vintage aura, but it was still grand and exquisite.

Its walls were covered with ivies while its yard was planted with all kinds of plants.

Various flowers were even blooming and flapping against the cold breeze.

Emily walked closely behind her parents while her enchanting dress flowed with every step she took.

After her parents greeted the hosts, she raised her head and gently greeted them with a beet-red face.

"Emily, what's wrong with you?" Sam's mother tried her best to hold back her laughter.

"Ah!" Emily was embarrassed and stunned when she saw the reaction of Sam's mother.

Her innocent face was now coated with heavy makeup, and her eyeliner was askew. The hot red lipstick on her lips was also quite inappropriate.

"I was wondering why you were behaving so strangely today. It turns out that you've started discreetly applied makeup on your face." At this time, her mother somewhat surprised voice resounded.

As she was exposed, Emily quickly glanced in Sam's direction and found that the young man looked somewhat baffled.

"What are you doing? Why did you put on makeup today?" Looking at his daughter's face, Emily's father, Juan, couldn't help bursting into a laugh.

At this point, the poor girl felt utterly embarrassed, thinking that she had made a fool of herself.

She really wanted to raise her head to see Sam's reaction. But the thought of how ridiculous her face probably looked made her hesitant. She was afraid to be laughed at, more so see the glint of ridicule in his eyes. So instead, Emily lowered her head again.

"Come here and have a seat," Sam's father, Carmelo, ushered their guests inside. "Emily is a young woman. It's just normal for her to take an interest in these things."

"Tami, take Emily to wash her face," Sam's mother, Vera, ordered and gently pinched the girl's face.

"I'll go with her. I don't know what's wrong with this child today," said Emily's mother, Finley.

In utter silence, Emily walked to the bathroom, still thinking of how Sam could have possibly reacted.

Right now, all she wanted was to dig a hole in the ground so that she could hide in it.

"It's okay, honey. Just wash your face. You are still my beautiful daughter," Finley comforted after realizing her daughter suddenly turned blue.

"Okay," Emily replied in a dispirited tone. Although she wanted to cry, her mind was still occupied with the thought of Sam and whether he had seen her embarrassed look.

"It's okay. I'll teach you this thing when we get back," Finley continued to console as she caressed her daughter's soft hair.

After their short business in the bathroom, Emily appeared in front of everyone again. Her makeup was now removed. Her almond eyes, cut nose, and thin lips, which were the same as her mother's, were now bare.

What was more, her eyes gleamed with evident kindness and reticence.

"Well, you look more beautiful without makeup. Go and play with Sam now," Juan uttered jokingly, still wearing a ghost of a simper.

Then, he turned to Sam and added, "Sam, take Emily to play outside."

"Okay," the young boy responded obediently. "Let's go play outside."

After receiving that invitation, Emily followed him out. She finally saw the expression on his face, which was not as bad as she had imagined.

The two walked into the garden outside.

"You can play here for the time being." Sam pointed at the swing.

Then, he sat down on a chair beside it, picked up the book on the table, and began to read without any intention to say anything else.

At the same time, the sun cast its bright light directly on him, coating the young boy with a golden outline. He looked gentle and holy under the illuminating rays.

And for a moment, Emily was stunned and undeniably mesmerized.

"Uhm…did I look ugly just now?" Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was just right that Emily couldn't help asking.

"Yes," Sam replied expressionlessly without even lifting his head to glance at her.

His brutal yet innocent honesty pierced through Emily's young heart.

However, the moment he raised his gaze at her, Sam felt something different. He felt that her sad face made her look even worse.

"But you look better now," he curtly expressed, discreetly trying to comfort her.

"Sam! Sam!" An excited voice suddenly broke from afar, slowly getting closer to where they were.

In just a few seconds, a girl with a ponytail walked in from the door. She was the one Emily had seen before with Sam.

"Sam, who is she? Why haven't I seen her before?" the girl asked with a coquettish look.

"This is Emily Xia," the young boy answered shortly and too formally.

Emily smiled at the girl, still feeling embarrassed.

The girl turned to her and asked with exploring eyes, "Oh, Emily, how long have you known Sam?"

However, Emily was in no mood to be friendly either. Seeing this girl, who seemed to have a close relationship with Sam, worsened her dull mood. So instead, she answered, "Not long."

The girl's face darkened when she heard the response.

She then turned her head at Sam with a naughty idea popping out of her pretty head.

"Sam, I got thirsty after running all the way here. Get me a glass of water,"

she uttered coquettishly, hooking her arms around his and shaking them with a pout.

"What do you want? Tea? Or water? Pick one."

"I'll have tea," the girl responded giddily.

"How about you?" Sam turned to Emily.

"The same."

"You stay here first. I'll be right back." The young boy put down the book and rose from the chair before walking out.

"Don't try to badger Sam."

The minute he was out of their sight, the girl eyed Emily arrogantly and ran towards the direction where Sam left.

Emily was a little puzzled. She didn't expect that a person could change in a heartbeat.

The girl chased after Sam and saw him on his way back.

With his hands in his pockets, he strolled lazily in the sun. His slender figure was only made much gentler by his casual clothes.

Emily watched the girl run towards Sam and look at him with tearful eyes.

"That Emily doesn't seem to like me." Her eyes were full of grievance and pity as she grumbled.

"If she doesn't like you, just stay away from her." Sam didn't seem to be affected by her words and just continued to walk forward.

However, when she saw the servant tailing Sam, her face turned even sourer.

Taking the tea plate, she ordered, "You can leave now. Don't follow us."

"Humph! Why are you so partial to her?" she complained with misty eyes.

Just as when Emily walked to the door, she heard those words escape the little girl's mouth.

Although the former didn't know what happened, an unprecedented satisfaction surged within her.

'If only it was true, ' she thought to herself. Whenever she thought of how distant and aloof Sam was to her, she couldn't help but feel disheartened. These thoughts were raging in her pretty head without her realizing that her eyes had begun to water.

"What are you doing?" Sam queried, wearing a long face. His handsome face was stern as he intently eyed the girl behind him.

He then glanced at Emily at the door and walked forward, eventually passing her.

The latter turned around and followed behind Sam quietly.

Meanwhile, the girl was left watching the two disappear at the door.

"Humph! What are you so complacent for? Let's wait and see!"

Then, she stamped her feet angrily and looked at the tea plate in her hand, wanting to throw it out of rage.

As she tightly clasped the plate, a plan came to her mind.

The girl walked in with a big smile, as if nothing had happened just now, and said, "Sam, have some tea."

"Put it down." Sam ignored her and maintained his focus on the book, not intending to talk to the two girls.

The girl poured another cup and handed it to Emily.

"Have some tea, Emily."

Not expecting to be befriended like this, Emily was on guard secretly.

"No, thank you," she politely refused.

"Ah!" the girl screamed and looked at the tea that had spilled on her.

"What are you doing? I am kind enough to pour tea for you. But what are you doing?" she suddenly yelled.

Then, turning around, she stretched out her arm in front of Sam.

"Sam, look at her! She's gone too far!"

"I…Uhm…I didn't do anything," Emily explained frantically.

Sam had been reading, so he didn't know what exactly happened. Knowing this, Emily believed that she was doomed this time.

He would surely dislike her more. He didn't talk to her much before, and now that this happened, he probably would never dare to even look at her.

A hint of fury glinted in Emily's eyes. The cup didn't reach her hand at all. It was the girl herself who poured the tea directly on her arm.

"Why don't you say anything, Sam?" The girl's shrill voice broke the brief silence and shock.

Emily felt painful when she heard it. So, she lowered her head and waited for whatever judgment would come her way.

"Enough! Get out of here. Don't show up in front of me again." Sam threw the book on the table and said in a low voice, suppressing his evident anger.

Emily kept her head down, and tears began to stream down her face.

She was about to turn around and run, not wanting to see the hateful expression on Sam's face.

"What? Sam, you don't believe me?" the girl accused in evident disbelief.

Hearing this, Emily raised her head quickly and looked at the girl whose mouth was agape.

"Why are you crying?" Sam asked Emily, ignoring the girl beside him.

"Ah, nothing," she responded, feeling the liquid of tears as she touched her face. It was not until then did she realize that she was too shocked to even wipe her tears dry.

At the same time, Sam's heart ached at the sight of her being so scared.

Her face was covered with tears, and her eyes were misty. Even her long eyelashes were wet, which made her look very pitiful.

"I wasn't scolding you." Sam felt a little funny as if Emily had amused him.

"Oh, okay," the latter uttered shyly, finally wiping off the tears on her face. This was the first time she had been blessed to see his smile.