Attracted By My Ex-wife

Chapter 560 Extra Story - A Romantic Date

Sylvia took a sip of the drink Emily brought her. After a few seconds, she finally said, "If I were you, I would just call him. Otherwise, don't expect a call from him today." Sylvia sounded mysterious.

"We need to find an appropriate time to do it. What's more, we have to come up with a reason to ask him out."

Her speech was interrupted by the sound of an incoming call. Emily noticed the phone screen that lit up and realized it was hers.

Speak of the devil! The call was from Sam.

"Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia," Emily shouted incessantly.

She waved the phone in front of her friend.

"Well?! What are you waiting for? Pick it up!" It was safe to say, Sylvia was just as anxious.

Emily hurriedly swiped on the screen.

"Hello," she said as calm as she could.

"Hello, this is Sam," he greeted after a short pause.

"Yes, I know. What's up, Sam?"

Right off the bat, Emily wanted to slap herself as soon as those words came out of her mouth. Why would she ask that question?

"Oh, No. I'm not interrupting you, am I?"

"Don't worry, I'm in the middle of something but I have spare time."

"Oh, really?" Emily had no clue what to answer.

"Well, are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course."

"Is MH Road very close to where you live?"

"Yes, it is!" Emily answered with too much excitement.

"How about we meet at the western restaurant on MH Road tomorrow? What time are you free?" asked Sam expectantly.

"Sounds great! I am free all day."

"Well, let's meet at ten o'clock in the morning. Sounds good?"

"Yes! See you tomorrow, Sam."

"Bye, Emily. See you."

The call ended and Sam was pleasantly satisfied with their conversation.

He went over what he had said and. At this moment, he felt relieved.

All of a sudden, Sam realized he hadn't suggested to go by Emily's place and pick her up. Indeed, she was a girl. Was it wrong not to do that?

As a matter of fact, Sam noticed he had never had such trouble in the past when it came to asking a girl out. He was feeling incredibly anxious. He wanted everything to go as planned.

"Sylvia! Ah--," cried Emily excitedly. After the call, she felt on cloud nine.

"Hush down! Hush down!" Sylvia held her hand in a bid to calm her nerves.

Unfortunately, Emily's scream had already attracted many customers' attention.

"Sam asked me out," she said, still unable to process what had happened minutes ago.

"Yes! I know! I can't believe it either." Sylvia was just as excited after she witnessed the romantic arrangement.

"And you said he wouldn't call me today!" Emily reminded her of what she had said. She stuck her tongue out as she boasted in front of her friend.

"Okay! I guess I may have spoken too soon." Sylvia smiled shyly, the color red soon invading her cheeks.

She couldn't believe that Emily, who was still immersed in her emotions, would take her comment so seriously.

"Your predictions were off today!" She scowled at her friend.

"Well, enough about me! Who was the one feeling sorry for herself before the call?" Sylvia teased her back.

"Do you think I should get some new clothes?" Emily wondered, already picturing what their date would be like.

"What do you want to buy? I mean, you're just going out for a bit."

"This is serious business! It is an important date!"

"Okay then! Let's go shopping!"

Without further ado, the two of them walked out in search of the best date outfit.

"This one, this one, and this one. Try them on." As if this was a matter of life and death, Sylvia ordered her friend to try on some of the clothes she had carefully selected.

In fact, Emily trusted her friend's taste very much. All of the items looked nice, so without thinking it twice, she grabbed them all and took them to the fitting room to try them on.

Emily was a good-looking woman. Her silky hair, black as charcoal, travelled down her slender neck and rested on her smooth shoulders. Her skin, which was milky-white, looked even more inviting in the white peasant dress she had just put on.

The dress was a tight fit. What was more, the belt on the waist highlighted her silhouette and made her look ravishing.

The next item she tried on was a bubble skirt. Its hemline was decorated with a variety of gems. This detail would make her outfit look luxurious and lively. The fabric wrapped her two legs perfectly.

"You look so beautiful. This skirt suits you very well."

With their eyes wide open, the two looked over and found themselves in the company of a handsome young man.

"Well, you have a good taste in fashion," said Sylvia.

"The outfit's not what's stunningly beautiful here, but the person who wears it," the young man added.

"Sylvia..." Emily called anxiously for her friend. The color red was slowing creeping in her face.

Being praised by a stranger made her feel utterly embarrassed. Even though he was giving her a compliment, it felt as if he was making fun of her.

"All right, all right. Let's try another one. Shall we?" Sylvia understood what Emily meant.

"Don't look at her, please. My friend is a bit shy," she advised the man as soon as the embarrassed lady entered the fitting room.

"Miss, may I have your phone number?" The man seemed confident.

"Sorry, but no," Sylvia refused politely.

"Okay, then. Bye." He gave a final smile and walked away slowly.

After the two friends picked up the clothes, they went on to buy some accessories for Emily.

"I'm going to get a full set." She was happy with her decision.

It was already dark when the girls finally finished shopping.

"Emily, is he aware that you like him so much?"

"I don't have a clue, but it doesn't matter. If he doesn't like me now, I'm sure he will fall in love with me in the future."

"Yes, you're right. Don't forget to talk more tomorrow."

"I know. I'll remember."

"You're stunning. It will be impossible for him not to fall in love with you. Well, good luck!" Sylvia hugged Emily.

Suddenly, she felt a little sad. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Bye!"

"Bye!" So, after they chatted for a bit, the ladies bade each other goodbye and returned home.

Meanwhile, the man examined the photo he had taken with his cellphone. It was when Emily had walked out of the fitting room. He noticed that her eyes were beaming with happiness.

This could only prove one thing. Falling in love with a person had to start from the outside, in other words, their appearance.

"An interesting girl." The man smiled and put away his phone.

The night went by quickly. As soon as Emily heard the birds chirping from afar, she knew it was already the next morning.

With all the excitement bottled up inside, she had to get up early. In fact, she couldn't even sleep properly.

Emily searched for the store bag and took out the clothes she had bought with Sylvia the day before. Then, she opened the wardrobe and began to put together her outfit.

"Which dress should I wear?" This date wasn't like any other. She had to pay attention to every detail, and her fashion choice was one of them. When it came to make this decision, however, Emily was a little hesitant.

What happened next looked like a scene taken out of a girly movie. "This is so last year! Everyone wears this! I look like a child in this! This color is horrendous!"

After Emily discarded the garments one by one, she was finally left with the one she had bought with Sylvia the day before.

In fact, it took a lot of convincing from her friend to buy this one in specific. She was wearing it when that young man approached them. This whole interaction made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Emily put on the new skirt and examined herself in the mirror.

"It looks beautiful."

Then, she took out the jewelry box and wrapped her neck in an exquisite silver necklace, put on a pair of small star-shaped diamond earrings and slipped on silver bracelets encrusted with gems.

For this occasion, she chose not to wear makeup.

After spending so much time getting ready, all she had to do now was wait.

All of a sudden, her phone rang. "Hello, Sam."

"Are you ready?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll pick you up later."

"Wait, what?" Emily was surprised by this. "Please, don't bother. I can go there myself," she clarified.

After she politely refused, Emily realized that it would have been a good chance to get close to him. So, it was safe to say that once again she regretted her own words.

"Just hold on. I'll be right there," replied Sam after a brief pause.

He ended the call without giving her another chance to refuse.

Emily started getting nervous. She felt like a teenager. 'I'll see my prince charming soon. How can I show my inner qualities? What should I talk about? Someone help me!'

Of course, there was no one there to save her.

The lady stood up and left the house. Fortunately, her parents weren't at home today.

When Sam arrived at the gate, Emily was already waiting by the door. As soon as he spotted her, he noticed that her eyes were shining so brightly. However, she hadn't seen him yet, so her face was expressionless.

Sam got off the car and opened the co-pilot door.

"Please, have a seat."

When Emily looked at him, her heart started beating very fast. So, she tried to calm down without making too much fuss.

"Thank you." Then, she got in the passenger seat.

Thankfully, all the nervous thoughts began to vanish as she saw the car drive away.

"So, Sam, what have you been up to recently?" Emily recalled what Sylvia had told her. 'I need to talk more.'

"I'm not busy at the moment. I just spend my free time reading books. I go to the hospital every day," replied Sam.

"I see. Are we going to have western food? Do you like it?"

"Not too much." He then secretly glanced at her.

After some minutes, they finally arrived at the place. However, what Emily saw was not the western restaurant he had mentioned during the call.

When she noticed that Sam was already on his way to the doorway, she snapped out of her thoughts and immediately followed.

"Give her a makeover," he ordered.

"Okay. Miss, please follow me." Emily, still confused by the nature of this place, followed the person.

Seconds later, she realized that this was a make-up studio. 'Did he bring me here because of my terrible makeup last time?' she wondered.

Nevertheless, Emily felt secretly happy. It was sweet to be taken care of by the man she liked.

Then, she took a seat.

"Miss, do you like any particular style?"

"No. You can do whatever you think that will make me look good." Emily sounded hesitant. She glanced at Sam with nervous eyes.

"Okay."

Two hours later, Emily's makeup session was over.

Her hair was dyed blonde and styled in a wavy manner. Her crooked eyebrows were fixed and her big eyes had a soft pink eye-shadow. Overall, this makeover had done wonders to her already lovely appearance.

In regards to her clothes, they were well matched. However, she changed into a pair of nude mid- heeled sandals. The stylish shoe belts wrapped around her slender and bony ankles. And her belt was decorated with gemstones similar to her clothes, shining brightly.

Her wonderful shoes now left her toes exposed. Fortunately, the stylist had manicured her nails with pink nail polish.

"Let's go. Let's have dinner," said Sam with a smile.

"Okay." Emily didn't expect that she would look so beautiful with makeup on.

When they got to the car, she thanked him profusely, "Thank you, Sam."

"It's okay." He smiled softly. He was in a good mood.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the two of them sat down. The atmosphere was perfect for their date.

Unbeknownst to Emily, Sam had chosen the western restaurant because of that reason.

They sat together, looking like a real couple.

The light of the restaurant was dim. The chandelier hanging above them only lit up the center of the table. The two were face to face, looking at each other with gentle eyes. It was a nice scene.

The lighting was perfect for their date. In fact, it looked like a romantic movie.

"Have a taste of this wine. It's sweet. Girls usually like this," said Sam, looking at Emily.

"Come on, it's okay." He shook the wine in his glass and smiled.

Emily took a sip. "Yes, it's exquisite." The wine tasted sour and sweet at the same time. The alcohol wasn't strong. Instead, it was luscious.

When the two walked out of the restaurant, their cheeks were slightly red due to the wine. Obviously, they were both very satisfied with how the date went.

Sam took her home. When the buildings at both sides of the road became familiar, Emily knew that her house wasn't far away.

She thought this moment between them was a good beginning.

She just hoped that the day when the two of them would meet again would come as soon as possible.