My Ex, Please Love Me Again

“Okay.” Even if Emelia didn’t say that, Viggo would still send her home, so he gently agreed. Then, he put his arm around Emelia’s shoulder and walked far away from Julian.

Staring at the two leaving, Julian gritted his teeth, but still decided to follow them.

Emelia walked as if she walked on eggshells. Although Viggo accompanied her in the front, she was still frightened when she was followed by gloomy Julian.

When she finally arrived at the door of her house, she hurriedly thanked Viggo and immediately went home.

Outside, Viggo happily said goodbye to the pale-faced Julian. “Good night, Mr. Hughes.”

After Viggo finished speaking, he left in a carefree manner. As a person who wanted to take care of Emelia, he had successfully completed his journey to protect the one he loved tonight.

Looking up in the direction of the bedroom on the second floor where Emelia had turned on the light, Julian’s eyes darkened, and he turned to go home.

Emelia went straight to the bathroom to take a shower after returning home. Under the warm water, she thought about what had happened today again and again. Everything was like a dream.

In the past, she had dreamed many times.

In her dream, she had a warm and harmonious original family. Her parents who loved her, and perhaps she had a brother and sister.

In her dream, she had a warm and sweet home with her beloved man. Maybe they would have a few children.

But they were dreams after all.

However, what happened today was real.

When she woke up tomorrow, she was still Vincent’s daughter.

As she thought about it, she shed tears of happiness again. Later, she simply cried out, because it seemed that only in this way could she vent her joy.

When she was in front of Vincent and Julian, she was too embarrassed to cry.

Now that she had returned to her own home, she could finally vent her joy.

However, not long after she cried, a man outside the bathroom suddenly asked with concern, “Emelia? What happened?”

Emelia was so frightened that she forgot to cry. Before she could react, she saw someone push open the bathroom door. With a nervous look on his face, Julian rushed in.

Emelia was completely stunned.

She didn’t know how Julian appeared at her house, nor did she expect him to rush into her bathroom.

It was only when Julian stared at her increasingly dark eyes that she came back to her senses. She looked down at herself and immediately screamed awkwardly.

She had been seen from head to toe by Julian!

Julian took a deep breath, drove away the naked images in his mind, and then stepped forward to turn off the shower for her.

He took a bath towel next to him and wrapped her up. He explained with an uneasy expression, “You didn’t come out after washing for a long time. I heard you crying inside, so I rushed in.”

Emelia clutched the bath towel and stomped her feet, her eyes bloodshot as she roared towards Julian. “How did you get in?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Julian hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth, “Turn over the wall.”

His balcony was very close to hers so he easily turned it over.

He had wanted to talk to her after she took a shower, but she didn’t come out after waiting for a long time. He even vaguely heard the sound of crying. He was worried and had to kick the door and come in.

Emelia was so angry that her eyes turned red. “Julian, you shameless bastard! Jerk!”

Emelia was so angry that she tried to raise his hand to hit him, but as soon as she raised her hand, she remembered that she was only wrapped in a bath towel, so she had to quickly withdraw her hand.

“Get out of here!” Emelia cried and drove him away.

For a moment, Julian was also impetuous. He didn’t know how to comfort her, so he had to say, “It doesn’t matter. Don’t cry.”

His words made Emelia cry even harder.

Julian had no choice but to rush out of the bathroom. He thought that he would leave her sight to let her calm down, but he didn’t expect that the crying in the bathroom didn’t stop at all.

Emelia was truly going to die of anger. Julian was simply too shameless. He had actually come running over the wall to her house. If she called the police, he would be regarded as illegal invasion into private homes.

Fortunately, Emelia’s cell phone rang at this time. It was Vincent’s call. Julian quickly handed it in through the bathroom door crack. “It’s your father’s call.”

Julian thanked Vincent very much. His phone call had saved him from deep trouble.

The words “your father” by Julian made her chest pound. Yes, that was her father.

In the past, when Vincent recognized her as his adopted daughter, he was very considerate and asked her to call him Uncle. Now that he had already known her identity at that time. Vincent must be very eager to let her call him father.

Thinking of this, Emelia quickly wiped away the tears on her face, tried to calm down, and picked up the phone.

After the call was connected, she called first, “Dad…”

Vincent had done so much for her. Now that he had confirmed her identity, she should take the initiative to give Vincent a surprise.

Sure enough, Vincent suddenly burst into tears.

He said in a choked voice, “What, what did you just call me?”

Vincent thought that he had heard it wrong, so he asked again in disbelief.

Emelia was also a little choked, and she began to call out happily again, “Dad.”

Vincent was so moved that he could not speak. He just kept answering, “Hey, I’m here…”

Emelia calmed down first. She wrapped herself in a bath towel and asked Vincent, “What’s the matter?”

Vincent quickly said, “Nothing. I just want to talk to you.”

Emelia glanced at herself from the mirror in the bathroom and could only say, “Then wait a moment. I just took a shower and need to blow dry my hair yet. I’ll call you later.”

In the last second, she was still in the midst of the commotion caused by Julian. She was only wrapped in a bath towel and did not wipe her hair. It was really not suitable for chatting with him.

“Then hurry up and blow it. Don’t catch a cold.” Vincent reminded her.

After hanging up the phone, Emelia quickly dried her body and hair. Of course, at the same time, she also remembered the scene when Julian broke in. If possible, she really wanted to hit him.

He’d better not provoke her again, or she would really do it.

After tidying up and putting on her home clothes, Emelia walked out of the bathroom and saw Julian lying on her bed, she instantly began to be in anger.

She grabbed a plush toy and threw it at the shameless man on the bed. “Why haven’t you left yet?”

How dare he stay at her house and lie in her bed? Did he really want to be beaten?

Julian tilted his head to avoid the attack of the plush toy, then sat up and said seriously, “I want to talk to you.”

Hearing that he still wanted to talk to her, Emelia gritted her teeth and rushed over angrily. Without saying a word, she pressed Julian onto the bed, raised her hand, and scratched him on the neck.

Julian was shocked.