Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 559

She thought of the way Saki held his arm and acted like a spoiled child. Then, she recalled the way she held his hand too. If it weren't for what her mother told her last tonight, she would have been looking forward to their next meeting.

While Emily was lost in her thoughts, her phone suddenly vibrated. In a hurry, she slid her fingers on the screen and answered the call.

"Hello. Who's this?" she asked.

"Emily, I have told you not to pester Sam anymore. Don't even think you have a chance just because he was on your side yesterday. I'm warning you. He is mine!" the girl warned in a threatening tone as if she was Sam's wife already.

"Who told you that Sam is yours? Are you that insecure to call me so early just to tell me this? From what I saw yesterday, it seems that Sam doesn't like you much."

Emily broke into a chuckle out of her anger. She was already in a bad mood, and this girl calling to provoke her early in the morning only worsened her mood.

"You just wait and see. Don't let me find out that you are calling Sam!" Saki's exasperated voice sounded from the other end of the line.

God knew how angry she was when she visited Sam today and saw him staring at that phone number.

"Okay. I'll be waiting," Emily teased, feeling better when she sensed how tense Saki was.

'The angrier you are, the happier I am. You are just a spoiled child. You even chose such a silly way to deal with your rival in love, ' Emily thought as her lips curved into a grin.

Meanwhile, Saki hung up the phone and jabbed it on the table, about to go crazy out of frustration.

The scalded wound on her arm was still aching. And now, she regretted not pouring the tea on Emily instead.

To make it worse, the thought of Sam's cold eyes when she went to find him today pained her young heart.

So, Saki believed that Emily must have done something or that the latter had spoken ill of her after she had left! Emily must have plotted something to make Sam hate her.

More than that, Sam actually had her phone number, even looking so absent-mind as he stared at those digits on his cell.

When Emily heard the line ended, she was instantly back in a great mood again. It seemed that bickering with others was a good way to regain her enthusiasm. Of course, that would only be possible if she won. And in this case, she did.

So, not willing to let her excitement die down, Emily called her best friend. "Sylvia, come out and meet me. I need you."

"Okay, let's meet at the same place."

"Alright! See you then!"

"See ya!"

After that, Emily went downstairs for breakfast while humming.

As a teenager, her mood swings altered in a heartbeat. She could be sad for a moment, and the next second, she could be zealous.

On the other side, Sam had no idea that Saki had touched his mobile phone. The latter was clever this time–memorizing the number and calling Emily with her own device.

While reading a book, the boy felt utterly distracted. So, heaving a deep breath, he sat still for a while, lost in his thoughts.

The winter garden was surrounded by glass, and the sun rays penetrated through it, illuminating the pot plants and those on the ground.

With the book still in his hands, he rose from his seat and paced back and forth. After a while, he took out his phone. The man who used to behave maturely and steadily was now acting anxiously. It was rare, even for Sam himself.

"Sylvia, here." Seeing the girl coming in at the door, Emily waved her hand to greet her.

"What's wrong? Weren't you just excited that you were going to your prince charming's house yesterday? Did you call me today to tell me everything that happened? Or were you just so fed up to be coiled up in your room all day?"

Sylvia had a round face heightened by her slightly curly hair. Although she was a little short, her doll eyes were big and watery, making her utterly cute and charming.

"It's you who told me to put on makeup, saying that it could highlight my facial features! But it only embarrassed me yesterday!" Emily complained in a spoiled tone.

It seemed that the two of them really had a close relationship. They could make fun of each other willfully, share their embarrassing stories, and make fun of each other.

It took half an hour for Emily to narrate what entirely went down yesterday.

"Look at you! What did you say to your prince charming yesterday? Why didn't you ask about his hobbies, the books, and songs he likes? You know nothing about them!"

Sylvia felt both disappointed and funny.

"So, after telling me all these, what kind of advice are you looking from me?"

Obviously, the girl was a rational person. She instantly sounded out how clueless Emily was when it came to this kind of thing.

"If I were you, I would have asked about those things first."

"Yes, you are right," Emily agreed with a sigh.

"Hmmm, since you don't know them yet, why don't you call him and meet up so you could get to know each other? Don't you have his phone number?" Sylvia asked while staring at Emily's expectant eyes. She sounded as if she was pretty experienced in this area.

"What? Right now?" Surprised at her best friend's sudden suggestion, Emily was thrown into a slight panic.

"Silly girl, of course, you should call at the right time, with the right reason, and then do the right thing and say the right words."

Seeing the innocence in Emily's face, Sylvia felt that she had the absolute responsibility to teach her friend. So, when she spoke, she began to make it sound mysterious.

"Oh, can you make it clear? I don't understand." The latter felt confused.

She then picked up the drink she had ordered and put it in Sylvia's mouth flatteringly.

At this time, on the other side, Sam had been bothered the whole morning by the question whether to dial the number or not. Finally, he held up his phone firmly and made up his mind to call Emily.